After being married for the incredibly long period of 2 months Jill and I became pregnant (when I say "and I" I meant that I was there while she was pregnant).

On August 20, 1998 my first daughter Victoria Anne was born tipping the scales at 6 pounds 1 ounce. She was small but she was fiesty. She screamed louder than any other baby in the ward. Jill did great. I did nothing and almost missed the ending when the nurse suggested that I take a minute to use the facilities while the epidural was been administered. As I came back up the hall (there was no bathroom on the ward us fathers we had to go downstairs). I see a nurse running down the hall screaming "You're missing it, you're missing it. Hurry up". I got there just in time to witness the miracle.

We brought our princess home a few days later. She grew like a weed for a year and then slowed down. She's still smaller than the other kids but keeps up with them.

We've made it through pneumonia, and teething and even learning to walk with our sanity. Okay some of our sanity.