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His is the last birthday of the year for our family. He says he's not really into birthdays. But what is he into?
Well, I know he loves Rach. And he loves his children. And he loves the Gospel. And he's good at his work. (Whether he loves it or not, I'm not certain.) I know that he is proud of his home and has helped Rach do a lot of things to make it even more wonderful.
What do I know about him? He was born in Modesto, CA, and grew up there. Served his mission in Brazil and is still chummy with some of his friends from that period in his life. He graduated with a Masters in Accounting from BYU, which is where he met Rach. He has served as Ward Mission leader and served in the Bishopric twice. (That is what he is doing now.) I also know he is a worrier and stresses a lot.
Most of all I know that he is good to his family and provides for them. And I know that they all love him.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO JEFF!
She is the second in-law. Interesting that our first three in-laws were born in December. They met at the Y, as did all of the first four. But, she lived in Bountiful...so that was nice. I don't know what her most memorable birthday is, but the birthday of hers I remember the most was the first December they were in Guam. The typhoon that left them without power for 28 days hit on her birthday. She was a trooper all through that.
She is the mother of our first granddaughter. And they lived in Bountiful for the first year of Chelsea's life. (That was the first and only time we had a grandchild live that close.) Now she is the mother of three and they are growing up and they are beautiful.
We wish her a HAPPY BIRTHDAY.
The fifth child, third son. We were pretty certain we were having a boy. He was due in mid November, but of course he wasn't born then. At 2:15am on the morning of Dec. 4, 1975, he was born. He weighed 8lbs 131/2 oz and was 22 inches long. Lucas Nelson Eastman. The Nelson is after Mama's maiden name, carrying on the Family History tradition with our names.
Dad's mother came to help. Some of our friends brought dinner and one of them brought a delicious green jello. That was the beginning of 'slime' for us.
We called him the child of the apartment. We sold our first home in Sept. 1975 and moved to the apartment by the church on 8th West just below 4th North in Oct., and started building this house in Nov. 1975. The apartment had 1 really large bedroom and 1 closet size bedroom, big enough for the crib. Samantha, Matthew and Rach were in the big bedroom. Alex was in the crib. Our water bed was in the living room. So we put Luke in the cradle by us, in the living room. We lived there from Oct. 1975 to July 1976, when we moved into our new house.
Luke always had the most beautiful hair. I could hardly stand to have it cut, but when someone at the park thought he was a girl dressed in boys clothes, I figured it was time to get rid of the curls. He is the only one of our children to have broken a bone. When he was in the third grade he broke his ankle on a trampoline in Cub Scouts.
When he was sixteen he flew to Samantha's in St. Louis to visit for a week. Tyler's effort to say Luke came out Yupp. So that's why we sometimes call him Yupp.
He and the other six have always been what I consider some of the Lord's most 'tender mercies.'
He was the first in-law. A new experience for us, and one we could have done better with. (Oops! I ended a sentence with a preposition.) He is also the father of our first grandchild. Over the years we have watched him progress. He has always been good to Samantha. Is good to his kids. Loves the gospel and takes every opportunity he can to share it. And he has improved himself from job to job.
Today he is 48 years old! I don't think I'll comment on that. But we do wish him a Happy Birthday!
