

In all the excitement of the first day of life I forgot to take a picture of Walt with Luke. Surely the family resemblence doesn't go unnoticed. Walt had been waiting for a couple of years before we got to have a Luke. He lovingly scooped him up after birth, and in a deep voice said, "Luke, I am your father." Now mind you, Walt didn't choose Luke's name, I did. He just insisted that it be Lucas and we call him Luke. So, just for the record, Luke's name has nothing to do with Star Wars. In fact, we could think of no other boy names that we liked at all, or I may have opted for a different name. I just think that this little guy was supposed to be named Luke!