While I was downstairs at the hotel in Anchorage writing the previous post, RT was upstairs in the room on the phone. When he puts his mind to it, the man can get things done! And that’s what he did. Within a couple hours, we had a minister, a location for the wedding, a professional photographer, and new wedding clothes – since by that time the only clean clothes left were our absolutely least favorites.

I firmly believe that God works things out in His own time. Neither RT nor I felt “right” about how things worked out at Camp Denali. They said they could still do the ceremony, but it sounded like it was questionable as far as being legal. Someone was going to make it look like the copy of the marriage license was received prior to the wedding – or something like that. Who wants a wedding of questionable legality?

So we didn’t get married there. And it really wasn’t a big deal because neither of us felt that it was the thing to do.

RT found a minister in Anchorage who was happy to perform the ceremony. NOT a Methodist minister because the one he talked with didn’t even ask any questions, just very stiffly said NO Methodist minister would perform a wedding without a minimum of three counseling sessions. He wasn’t interested in any details of our story. I’m glad he was so obnoxious, though, because otherwise things wouldn’t have happened the way they did.

The minister – Michael Mitchell – was perfect! He’s a retired minister – Methodist turned Catholic. He basically used the Methodist wedding ceremony, but with his own “sermon” added to it – which was absolutely wonderful! Even though he met us less than an hour before the wedding, he personalized the service and made it incredibly meaningful. RT and I had also written out things we wanted to say to each other, and the service ended with that. I, of course, cried through my vows. I tend to get quite emotional at times. It was good crying, though.

RT and I got married yesterday afternoon at McHugh Park in Anchorage – outside with Michael and his wife, Nell, and our photographer, Govin, as witnesses. Govin is another good story. We met him at Camp Denali. He’s a retired physician and currently a professional photographer. He was a part of the photography workshop with us, and we left Camp Denali, he happened to stay at the same hotel in Anchorage. I saw him in the business office when I was writing the previous post – so we knew he was there and that he didn’t have any pressing plans for the rest of the day. We asked him if he would take pictures at the wedding, and he was delighted.

I’ll write more details later. However, I HAVE to say that the wedding and the whole day was just perfect.

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7 Responses to “The wedding that DID happen”

  1. Norma Says:

    Congratulations. I love to see these remarriages. Hope you post some photos.

  2. Joan Says:


  3. Secondtwin Says:

    What a wonderful beginning to the ending of your story…


  4. Jane Says:

    I knew everything would work out! Congratulations and best wishes.
    What a story you will have to tell your grandchildren when you get home. Love to you both.

  5. Jessica Says:

    That’s so exciting! I’m glad things ended up working out so well! Congratulations to you both!

  6. Greta (Hooah Wife) Says:

    Glad you waited – Anchorage is soooo beautiful. I can’t wait to see the pictures!

  7. Blue Star Chronicles Says:

    Once Upon a Time …….

    I hope you’ll join us for the first Cotillion Wedding Celebration. Feel free to trackback and/or leave your comments here or here.
    As stated in the invitation above, dress is formal, it IS the Cotillion after all. We will be wearing our tiaras. …

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