Category Archives: family

Anything having to do with my family.

There’s nothing worth sharing, like the love that lets us share our name

Waiting for summer, his pastures to change

Jess and I have been to many places around the world; we’ve been on top of mountains in Europe and swam the coral reefs of Australia’s oceans, but the biggest of adventures is just ahead: 20 fingers and 20 toes.

Marrying off Meagan

Last Saturday, I was given the honor to do one of the most important things I’ve ever had to do as a brother: officiate at my sister’s wedding to Robert.  As beautiful as the day was, Meagan surpassed it in every way.  It was amazing to be a part in such a momentous moment in life and hopefully it serves as a great dawn to a new family.  At my sister’s request, I wrote the entire ceremony… all 32 minutes of it.  As not to force mass amounts of reading upon you, here is the part that I love the most and am the most proud of:

Standing on the edge of this awe-inspiring day, we are here to bear witness and join together the lives of Meagan Marrity Wells and Robert Martin Clark, two best friends.   We understand that we are here because this ceremony, in part, is a formality, a requirement by the state of Oregon.  However, this ceremony does not promise love or even require it; however, it is you two, Meagan and Robert, that have brought love here from your everyday lives.  It is not just you that stands before us, it is your love for one another.

As you will be married today, you will be husband and wife– but this is only the first step.  As many of the people here can attest, marriage isn’t just a beautiful ceremony before friends and family; marriage is found in the every day, in the minutes and small details that are sewn into each day.  Have a deep and profound love of these grand moments, the ones that require special words and fill picture albums.  But remember that these are rare in busy lives.  However, give testimony to the little things in your lives together that may get only a moment’s thought: a touch here, a little note there, a kiss on the forehead, or even asking, “How was your day?” These things, as trivial as they may seem, are the underpinnings of your lives together.  These small things existed between you, long before any of us knew that we were going to stand  here today.  I would venture a guess that these small things existed before even you two knew you would be here as well.  Realize these little moments, these dew drops of happiness.

Recognize that marriage is not just a partnership or equality.  Yes, most of the time, marriage is about sharing and completing each other, but there will be times when sharing and completing are not enough. Rather, in these times, the world will press down upon you, and you will need one another to hold you, to reassure you, and, at times, to carry you.  Let the world bring its might against you, batter your doors, smash out your windows, break apart everything else—as long as you two are embraced, the world is nothing more than a blustery mosquito.

As you will be husband and wife, you must understand that this is a happy and fairytale beginning to a long life together—as it should be—but, the responsibility of taking this fairytale through its entirety rests upon your shoulders. To be in love, to be married means to be forgetful:

  • Be forgetful of yourself.  Set aside your needs and take up the needs of your partner, because only then, will both of you get what you desire.
  • Be forgetful of each other’s quirks and faults.  Learn to love those things that aggravate you, irritate you, or even make you laugh.
  • Be forgetful of arguments.  Much like a match, it serves a purpose but is only useful once.
  • Be forgetful of restraint.  Throw caution to the wind, love each other with an unceasing sense of passion and recklessness.  Love dangerously. Love on the edge.
  • Be forgetful of time.  Try to do as much, see as much, experience as much, and love as much as you can as a couple, because no matter what, there will never be enough time.
  • Be forgetful of where either of you have been.  Now there is only where you will go together.
  • Be forgetful of possessions.  The only tangible thing of any importance is that hand that is in your hand right now.  Let the world fall away, let every possession be taken from you—and you are still the wealthiest people in the world.
  • Be forgetful of how to talk.  Know your partner well enough to say a thousand words, without saying a single word at all.
  • Be forgetful of how many times you have said, “I love you” and always assume you haven’t said it enough.
  • Be forgetful of the world around you, for you two are now a world unto yourselves.

We who are here present, those who are absent thinking of you, hope that the inspiration of this hour will not be forgotten. May you continue to love one another, forever.”

Almost exactly 30 years ago, some of  the same family and friends that surround you today, watched  a  young couple marry on another beautiful summer afternoon. On that day, Judge William Wells, Meagan’s grandfather, officiated at the wedding of Meagan’s parents. Since “Papa” is no longer with us, please allow me to speak for him. I will conclude this ceremony with some of the same words that our grandfather used to conclude our parents’ wedding so many years ago:

“May you two, now married, keep this covenant you have made.  May you be a blessing and a comfort to each other, sharers of each other’s joys, consolers in each other’s sorrows, helpers to each other in all the vicissitudes of life.  May you encourage each other in whatever you set out to achieve.  May you, trusting each other, trust life and not be afraid.  Yet may you not only accept and give affection between yourself, but also together have affection and consideration for others.

We who are here present, those who are absent thinking of you, hope that the inspiration of this hour will not be forgotten. May you continue to love one another, forever.”

Congratulations to my baby-sister and my brand-new brother.

You’re the birthday boy or girl…

Happy 22nd Birthday, Meg!

Chris and Meagan

Updated Update

I just spoke with my dad, he’s doing much better.  Slightly sore, but he’s feeling well enough to get up and move around.  I think he’s just happy to be out of the hospital.  Surgery just doesn’t look like fun. 

In other news, at the high school, seniors must do a senior board which is a combination of a research paper and a presentation over the researched topic.  Today was the big day when  all of the seniors present and thankfully, all of my seniors passed.  It had been a grueling two months of work over presentations, papers, and speeches.  Happily, it all paid off. 

Hopefully I took my last post-two-master-degrees graduate class to finish adding a special education endorsement onto my teach license.  I am petitioning Pacific to be forgo my last class, which is about assessment, and move onto the process of having them submit the proper forms to TSPC (Teaching Standards and Parctices Commission) stating that I’ve met their requirements… and then I hope to be done with taking classes until I am interested in becoming an administrator.  We’ll see how it goes. 

By the way, this is the 200th post on box of whine.  I’m not sure if that’s an accomplishment.

Hospital Update

I hate hospital waiting rooms.  Dad went into surgery a little after 1 o’clock and was into the recovery area at two.  Hopefully we’ll get to see him shortly.  I hope it is soon because I have to drive back to Eugene for a class. 

I wonder if my dad gets to keep his gall bladder.  We could could name it, it could be a new sibling, I think we could call it Bluto or Ginger.  Maybe just Junior.  We’ll see.


Most borthers torment their sisters by trashing their dolls, for Meg and I, it had always been a bonding experience.  There was the doll that we joyfully yanked its extending hair out to find the spring coiled around her locks.  As well, there was Barbie, she was strapped to the bottom of my skateboard, which was strung from the back of my bike.  Up and down I would ride down Third Street until evenything that extended past her forehard was smooth and gleeming.  Other dolls had their eyes plucked out, while others were gneral mistreated for out enjoyment.  But the coup de’gras of doll mutilation was Meagan’s Michelle doll.

I am sure that everyone remembers (or at least be forced to remember) Full House, the sacchrine sitcom headed by  Bob Sagat (played Danny Tanner) and launched the media Juggernaut that are the Olson twins.  In the marketing genious of the Full House brand, they put out a Michelle-ish doll that when you pushed a button or squeezed her hand she’d spout off with one of her tolken lines from the show.  After recieving this doll as a gift, either Meg or myself decided (mostly likely, it was me) that this Michelle doll, with all of her witticisms, was deserving of rapid and repeated trips down the stairs of our house.

Not that trashing a perfectly good toy was a reward unto itself, we got more sick pleasures from this activity; apparently during one of its multiple trips downstairs, the doll’s voice system was damaged.  Michelle’s little sayings had changed and she would now chime in with our favorite, “Thank you for the potty-pie” which is a riot if you are the ages of seven and twelve as Meagan and I were at the time. 

Sadly, while trying to induce further Michelle sayings via the stairs, her ability to thank us for the potty-pie or say anything for that matter ceased, she remained mute until torn apart of trashed.  This is why people should be mindful of seeking perfection because at some point you’ll lose what enjoyment you had, and only then will you realize what treasure you had.

Welcome to the Viking Horde!

Congrats to my sister who got into PSU’s Masters of Social Work program today.  Nice job, both Jess and I are very proud of you. 

just thanking the lord for my fingers

Had a nice little trip to the coast weekend with Jess and my family in celebration of Mom’s birthday. Of course, the pups, Moose and Tolley, tagged along.

You wanna go where people know, people are all the same

Also in my local headlines, my sister Meagan applied for and got a job as a Desk Assistant on campus. Yesterday, she found out that she was going to be working at my old DA stomping grounds: Carson. While I am happy for her and confident that she won’t be uber-poor next year, I’m mostly happy for me. This means I know where to go for free DVD rentals. “Hey Meg, can you rent the first two seasons of Sopranos for me?”. Kidding of course, I’m mostly happy for her.

I actually really liked working as a Desk assistant at the U of O, despite the connotation of a continued career through housing. I could work on my homework, watch movies, play corny computer games… that was the life. You could also get a good slice of everybody’s life working as a DA, you saw who was not paying their university bills or who had been in trouble the previous weekend. I’m sure she’ll have fun, delivering mail, renting out videos, making room changes. My only regret is that Pat Payne won’t be there, so Meg could bare witness to his legendary throwing up on the recycling bin, post-carson gorging. So many memories.