This boy couldn't be more thrilled when I offer to take him to hit a bucket of balls. Although it usually involved a lot of throwing of his club in frustration and tantrums when he doesn't think the ball goes where it should, he loves golfing.
This day that we chose to go was over 100 degrees. Not a shady spot to be found for me to sit in. But Asher couldn't have cared less. I sat sweating profusely, but enjoying seeing him so unbelievably happy.
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