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That Moment When Memories Are Made!

Everyone has that moment etched in their mind.

The moment you said, “I do.”

The moment you heard the first cry from your son or daughter.

The moment you found out you were going to have a son or daughter.

The moment your first love broke up with you.

The moment you heard the words, “I’m sorry.  It’s cancer.”

The moment your team wins the big game.

The moment your team loses the big game.

Moments that seem like just that; a moment.  But the moments link together into memories that leave an indelible mark on your heart and soul.

Today, one of those moments happened for me.

Congratulations to my son, Grant Isaac Rodda, on his decision!  Love you, son!

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Ashton is 8!

There are moments in life when words don’t seem to do justice to what is going on around you.  Something beautiful or tragic can’t seem to be expressed in the right words.  Your brain struggles to find the right language, vocabulary or term.  Something about every word that comes to mind just doesn’t seem to fit quite right.  Kind of like trying to force the wrong puzzle piece into place.

That’s where I’m at with Ashton’s 8th birthday.

Ashton

Ashton in the dugout!

He is unbelievably handsome (I would say cute but he might get upset with me).  His eyes can put you in a trance.  Stare into them and they keep going deeper and deeper.

He is very smart.  This he takes after his mother in for sure.  His reading level was tested before 1st grade and he was already reading beyond a 6th grade level.  And he is in the gifted program for math.  He makes us feel very proud as parents.

He is in touch with his little emotions.  He cries at sweet commercials.  His heart hurts for people who are getting picked on.  He is so compassionate to those around him.

He is energetic.  If you ask the question, you might need to prepare for a 30 or 40 minute, dissertation on the topic.  Just like the Energizer bunny, he can keep on going.

But these are all a few basic characteristics and words that come to mind.  If you get to know him more, words will begin to escape you.  The words don’t seem to have been invented yet for the kid we call, Ashton James Rodda.  He’s just himself.  He is who he is.  And boy, do we like him that way.

Happy 8th Birthday, Ashton James Rodda!

I love you, Son!

Ashton’s 8th Birthday!

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