You know, I have to once again thank Tia for inspiring me to look back at my older photos and think about those times. There's something cathartic about the process. I was kind of dreading, or not dreading, but laboring over what I was going to write for my father's day post. I thought it was going to be too emotional and well I didn't know what to write. But after looking through the photos from the trip Doug and I took to Chile in 2005, I feel so, well, good.
Upon looking through the hundreds of photos Doug and I took I noticed something I guess I had not put so much thought into, at least not so specifically. I always loved my dad and loved the times we shared, especially meals. But I think for the first time ever I know what I love about him the most-the one trait that made him so special, made him who he was. My dad was fun. I could always count on him to make me laugh and he could always surprise me with something funny when I never saw it coming. We also had the same sense of humor so we would get a kick out of ourselves for hoooouuuurs. It was fun. Looking back on these photos I could see that it wasn't just during car rides when we would make up games or things to do to entertain ourselves, it was all the time. Whenever we were bored, sad, or wanted to enjoy each others company we would play a game or be silly...this was the case my entire life with him. So, here are a few photos from the trip in 2005 to Santiago...here is my dad, being fun and making everyone around him laugh.

Here we are at El Gato Negro, a restaurant in Valparaiso, Chile. I think this is my favorite dining experience I have ever had...and that's saying a lot! We all laughed so hard we were crying, the food was great, there was an older man singing while playing the guitar, and we sat next to the crashing ocean...I could relive this moment over and over, every day for the rest of my life.
Here we are exaggerating how heavy the bags of fresh bread we bought were...when dad went to a bread store it was like we were buying the last loaves on the planet!
Here we are playing cards. The game was getting slow and the Pisco Sours were probably kicking in so we all decided to wear various hats from dad's collection.
At one of the vista points we stopped to take a happy/sad photo. (Happy sad photos are fun! One photo is taken thinking of the happiest thing ever and the sad is well, sad. Together they make for a funny memory.)
Yeah, it's only five or ten minutes until our coffee and pastries were to arrive but in our boredom we decided to switch glasses. Lame? Perhaps... But we were entertained enough to take a photo...it didn't take much. See, this proves as evidence for a few of my photo taking beliefs. 1) No matter how dorky the moment and no matter how embarrassing it could be to take the photo it's worth it and 2) Things that seem insignificant one day could mean the world to you another.
I could go on and on. Let me just leave you with this: treasure those moments with your dad...or at least treasure the positives. Oh, and take lots of pictures!