Merry Christmas to all who should happen to read this blog and a very Happy Birthday to our youngest son, Luke. Some might say Luke was born “the day after Christmas” which sounds so anti-climatic and piddling. And it just isn’t so! There is nothing anti-climactic or piddling about Luke, in his birth, or in the journey he has traveled since. Luke was born on the Second Day of Christmas! Doesn’t that sound a whole lot better? I think so.
“Unto us a child was born, a son was given” forty-six years ago on this Second day of Christmas. Needless to say, Christmas 1977 was an extraordinary one! When Luke was born his brother, Paul, was eleven years old; his sister, Rachel Elisabeth, was ten. Luke brought a whole new dimension to our family and we are forever grateful.
Happy Birthday, Luke. May your day be a special one, as you have made all our days, since your coming, so very special.
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