This year we were able to have one of Rikki's... "friends" over. You know, the type of friend who proposes and steals my sister to the depths of... lovey-dovey stuff. Yes, we're going to have another member of this wild and crazy family! His name is Zakk! See, this is him! And her!
He's in the Army (our claim to patriotism for this holiday)! He had a one week leave, and he came down here from Alaska. We were able to get to know him a lot more and stuff before he proposed; he might be able to survive this family's insanity!
Right before their engagement photos, as in, an HOUR before, Rikki managed to hurt herself! She caught her finger on a razor when reaching for her toothpaste and ended up in an urgent care center. I'll spare the details, but before she was in the center her bandage looked like this:
They worked it out with the photographer, who also happens to be a family friend, and they rescheduled the pictures for the next morning! That's where that picture of them came from, except that picture was taken by my mom during the photo shoot. She's the same photographer that did my senior photos - which are amazing! Here's both my photos and her website:
As with last year, Dale only waved once a week. Click on the photos below to link to the original post page (with larger photos, back shots, captions, and occasionally explanations).
So… This is the last Father’s Day with my dad for two years. And it’s the end of those memorable “High School Years” that I’m told so often that I’ll remember for the rest of my life. It’s a time of huge change in my life, and so many things are now left to memories.
I’m sure gonna remember this adventure. The 100 yards of road in front of my house that I’ve passed so many times are going to mean something different now. Every costume, all the laughs, the shocks, the confusions of outdated costumes that I don’t get, they all come together to make a memory of my dad that I will never forget. But is it embarrassment that I remember? No. What do I remember then? I remember the question after school that he would ask without fail, “So what’d you think of the costume today?” What did I think? Better yet, what do I think NOW? Now that it’s over? I think that my dad is nothing short of incredible. He chose to be a part of my life through these pivotal years. I can’t say I appreciated him being there every single moment of it, but I’m so glad he was. He was there with me in New York City. He was there with me in Los Angeles. He was next to me for the phone calls, the interviews, and every moment of this whirlwind. Most importantly, he’s been there when I need him. He’s understanding, he gives me advice, and most of all, he’s helped make me who I am today. He’s taught me more than just how to change the brakes on a car; he’s taught me how to be a responsible and respectable human being. He's taught me to work when the finish isn’t in sight. He’s taught me to be the bigger man and say sorry. He hasn’t simply waved as my life goes by on a bus; he’s been on the bus with me, pointing out the sights on the side of the road, telling me stories, making me laugh, encouraging me, and teaching me. Showing me that I’m the one driving, and there are so many places I can go.
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