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 was a groomsman. Tim conducted the ceremony. Jerry played the organ (and he played some really weird stuff). My immediate family, Amity’s immediate family, relatives—most everyone was there.
And my Grandpa Jesse was there. Grandpa Emil. Don Garcia. Cousin Cary. We miss them.