I'd been laid up with a stress fracture all summer on my right foot. Nine weeks later, a trip to California including fabulous golf in Carmel and wine tasting in Napa with my husband Brad and our friends Susan and Pam offered the light at the end of the tunnel from weeks of icing, elevating and writing and binge-watching This is Us. We tucked in a round at Chardonnay Golf Club in Napa. As I stood at the 12th tee, I eyed the short fairway, valley of gunk, short landing area and green with pin up front. I pulled out my eight iron, teed up and swung. The swing felt effortless, when mind and body are in sync. The ball came off the tee crisply, sailed over the dreaded valley, landed just shy of the green and started tracking toward the hole. Pam started screaming, "Go in the hole, go in the hole!!" The ball slid across the green, an invisible magnet drawing it toward the hole. Then the ball disappeared, straight into the cup. I started jumping up and down, screaming, then stopped, realizing probably wasn't wise on my still-healing feet. As the three of them have all accomplished this feat previously, I felt blessed to be in their company when scoring my first ace. We celebrated appropriately with a glass of Chardonnay afterwards.