Asher means “happy” in Hebrew. If ever a child truly embodied his name, it would be my boy.
He is happy.
He loves sweets. It couldn’t possibly have anything to do with the fact that I craved cherry pie filling during my entire pregnancy.
I must have eaten a lot of said cherry pie filling because Asher weighed almost a pound and a half more than any of my other kiddos.
He loves school this year, much more so than last year. His teacher last year was cranky. That’s all I’m saying about that.
Now he’s got an amazing teacher who encourages him and is able to help him stay focused and on task. He says he likes her because she’s funny. And nice.
Clearly, he’s not wordy like his mama. And we might want to knock the dust off the ol’ Thesaurus.
He prays for his family, his friends. He prays for people he knows that need help. He prays for orphans in China. And prays that they will find a family. Every night.
I am hoping to take Asher along with me to China for Vivi. There isn’t a better big brother on the planet.
He just finished up the longest football season in history. He played center and did, if I do say so myself, a magnificent job of getting the football to the quarterback.
He did not, however, enjoy tackling the opposing team. He’s more of a gentle giant than a tough guy.
Now it’s your turn! Feel free to grab the Sunday Snapshot button to post on your blog with your Sunday Snapshot post. And don’t forget to leave me a comment and let me know so I can read all about your kiddos…