It is Friday and second round of the tournament. Just looking at the scores, my Angelo won't seem to make it. As always, I'm the one that feels sad and awful for him. But to him its just another week. So now we move on to the next tournament. I, with a heavy heart (which I will get over soon enough) and my love, still remains happy even though he's missed the cut. That's what I love about him. Always persevering, optimistic and finding the good in everything. Don't ever lose those traits my beloved.
Thankfully, our hotel room is complimentary for the week. Now my hubby's weekend is free to just relax with me. On Sunday is also our 3rd year wedding anniversary (June 20). We leave for Chantilly on that day and get a head start on practice. We plan on celebrating our blissful union after.
Thank you anyway St. Omer for the lovely experience. Without losing any confidence, my husband has learned a lot, and again has discovered new and better things with his game. Let's bring this new found feeling to the next tournament, shall we?
Back to Paris on Sunday! Bye for now!
