We played hooky.

Paul and I snuck away to play some golf. Well, he played and I goofed off. I feel badly for that poor grass and all my new divots. I think it adds a little character, don’t you think? It was such a treat to steal a few hours to ourselves - to play, to laugh, to spend time alone. The Lincoln golf course overlooks the Golden Gate Bridge and passes by a beautiful museum. I treasure little moments such as these.