When my husband is on the golf course...
he's
in complete concentration...

he's
intense...

he's
in deep thought...

he's
got his eye on the ball...

he's
sweaty...
and...he's
ridiculously good-looking.

Oh yeah...if looks could kill, I'd be completely dead right now after editing these photographs I took of him on Father's Day.

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