My Oldest Son is 41!

Christopher Shane's Wedding Reception Shoveling Snow in Show Low
Wow! How time flies.
Chris was born at 2:52 a.m. on Wednesday the 26th of June 1968. I started labor on Wednesday morning with a lot of back pain radiating into the pelvic area and the tops of my legs where they connect to the hip. My first labor was mild compared to this one. Time finally arrived to go to the hospital. I'm thinking why can't I have babies in the morning after a good nights sleep. I was exhausted. Upon examination we discovered the little man was up side down. After manipulation he got head down and with various and sundry attempts with different instruments he was born. Had he been born today I would have had a C-Section. Chris's little head was so bruised and cut from the instruments that it scared me but it turned out alright.
As a little boy Chris loved cars, trucks, and tractors he would spend endless hours making hills, tunnels and things for the equipment to fly off of .

Chris loved Primary when he was little and was so excited to be baptised.
When we moved up on the mountain and had a pool Chris, his brothers Chad and Mark and the neighbor boy Sam would spend countless hours in the pool playing Marco Polo and seeing who could make the biggest splash.
He loved to camp and still does, he liked to fish and still does. We spent a bit of time camping when Chris was young and he would always be the first to help pack when it was time to load up and head to Sycamore Creek.
Chris turned out to be a big man, I believe he's about 6'4" in his stocking feet and has arms big enough that I can't close my middle fingers to thumbs around.

Chris is a father, son, brother and son of a Heavenly Father.

I love to see him with his youngest daughter Sheyanne. She is a tall and hardly weighs anything and he's so sweet with her. He looks like a bear and she looks like a twig. They're sure cute to look at.
Chris loves the outdoors. I think he would like to have a job in the forest and be outside all the time.
One of my fondest memories is watching Chris scarf down sopapillas and honey. He could eat two dozen all by himself.
Chris has always been a good worker and dependable, that's an admirable quality.
I want Chris to know how much I love and miss him.

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Chris is a good man who loves his family and wants the best for them, I'm proud to have him as a son. I wish we lived closer so we could go fishing together and camping with the rest of the family.
Your Heavenly Father loves you Chris and wants the best for you. If you live up to the covenants you have made things will work out, maybe not like you would always want.
I love you to the stars and beyond.
Your Mom