Matt was born. He has proven to be an excellent father filled with love and joy when he plays with Asher. It is a good thing too being that Asher loves all the attention he can get.
Matt has a kind soul and gentle heart. He has blue eyes and curly light hair. He has strong arms and he tries hard at everything he does. He has no hair on his legs. One night after we were first married, I thought I was sleeping with a woman and that really freaked me out. Now I am used to it.
Matt loves all things German, all things with more than 8 cylinders, all things chocolate (especially dark). Matt likes eggs, italian food, and diet dr pepper with cherry.
Matt loves to read and to write and has developed amazing calligraphy skills in his 30th year.
Matt is a great foot massager. Matt also goes along with pretty much anything... I am not sure that it always makes him feel the best, but he is up for most anything.
Matt likes to tell stories about his experience and his parents' and grandparents' experience, and his siblings' experience. I think that means his family history and he has learned so much by and from your examples in his life.
I am thankful for you, Matt and hope that 31 is a good year for you.
HISTORY
A Little History:
Our story begins in Pocatello, Idaho, circa 1972, when the lovely Debby Christensen agreed to a first, though fateful date with admirer, David Croshaw. Long story-short, he bade her follow him, and they went arm-in-arm to the Logan, Utah temple for establishment of an eternal family unit, Generation 1, on May 23 1973.
From their first blissful summer in Salt Lake City, educational pursuits took them to Provo/Orem, Utah, birthplace of Leslie and Rebecca, and to San Francisco/Oakland California, birthplace of Colin and Matt. Then, for establishment of livelihood, expansion of the tribe with Abby and Dana, and for raising/unifying of Generation 2, it was back to the roots in Pocatello for a rewarding sojourn.
In time, driven by a raging, but commonly shared sense of adventure and independence, one-by-one, Generation 2 escaped the homeland to distant regions of the country and the world, each ultimately developing their own tribal expansions by pairing with worthy mates and initiating Generation 3.
Now sensing fulfillment of their purpose in Pocatello, Generation 1 has also left those roots and transplanted to Cascade Idaho, from which base, they anticipate more abundant contact with The Posterity, Generations 2 and 3, in the future. That contact however, awaits fulfillment of a call to LDS missionary service in Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada, wherein they hope to help the state of the world by sharing the love of Jesus Christ.
So now, including Generation 0 (Grandma and Grandpa Christensen) home base includes Yuma, Arizona, Pocatello, Idaho, Cascade, Idaho, Vancouver, BC, Fort Lauderdale, Florida, Spokane, Washington, Boise, Idaho, Los Angeles, California, back to Boise, Idaho, and on and on (Generation 3+) to infinity.
Our Mission Statement:
This is the blog of our eternal family unit. Initiated years ago, it served well as a journal, but even more so, as an archive of our personal interaction. It was a gathering place, a confabulation instrument, a unifying force for four generations of widely dispersed and progressively prolific posterity, and their valued associates. Though it served these purposes well for many years, it eventually took a back seat to new-kids-on-the-block, Facebook, and Instagram, and was sadly forgotten.
We now move to resurrect this blog with an added functional purpose of archiving the missionary experiences of Generation 1, of their movements and activities as they participate with The Gathering of Israel in the land northward. In so doing, we hope that via their own comments and posts, this blog will again serve to gather and unify the posterity and their friends.
As in the past, that the young and vibrant may know the old and tired, that enduring bonds may be fostered and maintained, that experience and encouragement may be openly shared, that posterity may embrace truth, and that hearts may be knit together, we must resist detachment despite our geographic divergence. We shall do so here.
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8 comments:
Happy Birthday Matt. Remember when your car either leaked or used oil so much you were always adding more. Your Mom really wanted all of us to have something for you for your birthday one year and we gave you a quart of oil. Not extremely fun but very useful. Hope your day is GREAT!
Happy Birthday Matt! I hope today is a fabulous day for your!
Happy birthday, brother!! It was great to see your smiling face last night and try to sing to you and watch you skip around the room...I don't know if you hung up before we got to the singing, but if you missed it, we'll have a re-do tomorrow night! Enjoy your day! xoxo
Happy Birthday Matt!! I hope you had a great day today. I agree with Abby, it was SO great to see your smiling face last night. I am grateful to you for your example of perseverance and determination, and for your example by being such a good dad to Asher and Valerie. Love you!!
happy birthday matt! we love you in texas.
Sorry to be late! I try to avoid computers whenever I can now, so I didn't see this until today.
Hope you had a great birthday. We love you too!
Leslie & Alex
matt--i just saw this right now. where have i been? it was such a wonderful day when you were born. i remember the nurses bringing you in in one of those red stockings with white trim--like the hats. you have been a blessing to me your whole life. i hope your day was happy, and that 2010 will be a great year for you. i love you. mom
Matt, I can vouch for your foot and hand massage skills, a thing I have greatly missed since you left home all those years ago. I have also missed the regularity of good times and good laughs we used to have. But, I am happy to give that all up to see you have your own great family life with your own beautiful wife and children. Now we have not only you, but them also. What a happy addition to our posterity.
Dad
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