Dad put me in my stroller. I reached for the soft golf ball hanging above me. The sun warmed our cheeks as we went down the path, the golf bag making gentle sounds beside us. "Are you ready for your first golf adventure, buddy?" Dad asked with a big smile.

My eyes got big as I saw the green grass and the flags waving in the breeze. Dad pointed at the sand traps and water, telling me what they were. "That’s where we try not to hit the ball, Liam," he laughed.

He put the putter in my little hands, showing me how to hold it. "Just like that, little man," he cheered, helping me swing. The ball rolled a little, and I giggled with joy.

Dad had a picnic ready. He gave me a bottle of milk while he ate his sandwich. "Golf makes us hungry, doesn’t it?" he said, watching me drink happily.

Dad packed up our things and lifted me from my stroller. "We’ll come back soon, little golfer," he promised, holding me close as we walked back to the car, feeling peaceful.

I snuggled in my blanket, yawning a little. Dad watched me with a smile. "You did great today, buddy. Sweet dreams of golf and fun," he whispered, turning off the light and quietly closing the door.