Thanksgiving 2015 was a beautiful day so when I woke up on Friday, I decided to give my dad a call and see if he wanted to go play golf. It is rare that we go together and I felt like we should take advantage of such a nice day.

He and my uncle met me at River Forest Golf Club and the day started off well for me. A beautiful drive down the center of the fairway left me about 140 out and a nice 8 iron and 2 putts led to a par. The next 2 holes were forgettable but number 4 is where the magic happened.

That day it was playing about 153 to the center of a 2 tear green. It is slightly uphill and reachable for me with an 8 iron if the flag is up front. The flag was up front and to the left and as I stood on the tee box getting ready to hit, a breeze began to blow.

I knew I could muscle the 8 but decided instead to hit an easy 7. It was a beautiful swing and the ball was tracking dead on the flag. It began to drift slightly to the right and landed about 12 feet past the stick on the hill.

Now normally I would be happy with that shot but the ball began to slowly back down the hill. I was asking it nicely to roll close to the hole. Come on, keep rolling when it went in. I immediately dropped my club, turned to my dad and jumped into his arms while screaming.

The hole in one was great and something I am proud of but I am thankful that my 70 year old dad was there to see it.