The golfer

He chose it to be his thing, all him, all his own. Golf.

Low key enough not to aggravate his asthma. Complicated enough that it is a challenge, even with what natural athleticism Trey has.

And, perhaps in his own mind most importantly of all, until you get really, really good at golf, you'll have a maximum of three people watching you play.

So Trey is becoming a golfer. He's been taking lessons for maybe four months now, and has improved significantly. He doesn't get as much practice in as he probably should, which is more our fault than his. But he is dedicated to it, seems to be committed, and willingly takes the advice, instruction, criticism and encouragement from his teacher.

It's a good thing. Good for his anxiety, good for his confidence, good for him to just own something.

And he's pretty good at it too. At times, impressively good.

Oh how we love our golfer.