There are rounds you remember forever.

On my 46th birthday, my son Jaxson and I played an early morning round at Lake Monterey Golf Course in Dorr, Michigan. Cold, pouring rain—the kind of weather that makes most people head home. We didn’t.

From the start, something felt different. Even in the rain, I was hitting it pure.

Then we got to Hole 4.

145 yards.

I reached for my 8 iron and realized my brother had borrowed it the round before, so I grabbed Jax’s 8 iron instead.

I hit one of those shots that feels perfect the second it leaves the clubface.

Jax watched it the whole way.

I bent down to pick up my tee and never saw where it finished.

We ran up, couldn’t see the ball on the green, and Jax went straight to the cup.

Hole in one.

He believed it the whole way.

Standing there in the rain, celebrating with my son, using Jax’s club, on my birthday, it became one of those moments bigger than golf.

A round I’ll never forget.