Yes, this past Saturday I walked my eldest daughter Jennifer Miller down the “aisle,” and placed her left hand in the hand of Andrew Kornoff. Within the next fifteen minutes my first born child no longer bore my name, but that of a man she barely knew just ten short months ago.
I guess that’s why I call this blog Life and the Journey.
Now come new situations with questions like: When will we next hear from Jenn? Before the cruise, or after?Will Andy and Jenn spend Thanksgiving with us or Andy's family? Will Jenn's first baby boy still be named Michael? Will Jenn wait until I'm 50, or will I be one of those "young" grandfathers?
A bit of irony followed the next day as Yvonne, Alyssa, Dillon, Megan (Dillon’s fiancée), and I spent the day at the “Happiest Place on Earth.” It was five people, like old times, but with a significant variation.
