Asher's 11th Year

Being born in the year 2000 has some advantages.
First being it's quite easy to remember how old you are.
Just take a look at the calendar.

Our first son turned 11 today.
He was able to have a very large birthday part over the weekend with lots of friends.
It included many of the things he loves;
Friends, soda, and friendly sports competition.
They played glow-in-the-dark baseball and dodge ball.

We got him that Ripstick he's been dying to have, and a Utah Utes jacket.
He was in heaven. He's been riding that thing non-stop and is already
quite good at it.  He has some natural athletic ability there. From his Dad of course.
When I delivered donuts to his class it was fun to see his classmates reactions.
Sheer excitement over having some sugar, and comments like "Woah, you guys look just alike."
And my personal favorite "You both have red hair and pimples."
mmmm. Those are freckles, not to be confused with the pus-filled pimple. No relation.

Asher rode with me to pick Scott up last night.  We stopped by Sonic and he ordered a large milkshake with a grin to match. The things that will bring an 11-year-old boy some happiness are quite simple, and it was fantastic to spend some time with just him.

He is an outgoing, funny, athletic, happy boy who makes friends easily, loves a challenge, and excels at math and the piano.
Happy Birthday Son.