The day finally came. September 5, 1998. We both said, “I do,” and we officially started our journey as a family. Tim married us at our home church, Milwaukie Alliance. Let’s see . . . can I remember all the bridesmaids and groomsmen? There was Hannah, Sarah and Jennifer. Mark was my best man. Thom …
Our wedding day, September 5, 1998, was a day of new beginnings. It was also a day for me to say, “Sorry Jan, she’s mine now.” No need to fret though. I’ve taken good care of her the last twelve years.
So, not only did she actually come up to Alaska with me, and not only did she put on all the gear and pose for pictures—she went fishing. In the rain. And she caught some fish, as you can see. This was the first of many trips to Alaska for us. It was always funny …
In the summer of 1998, we decided to take a trip to Alaska. After all, my parents wanted to meet Amity. What better way than to drag her up to Ketchikan and force her to go fishing? My parents figured that if she survived the trip to Alaska, she’d be worthy to marry their son.