I can't remember if I've ever really thanked you for being our other Dad.
Thank you for the jokes, and the laughs, and the smiles.
For the backyard bbq's and weenie roasts up in the hills.
The tasty homemade lemonade, and your forever upbeat attitude.
We're excited to see you again!
Thoughts and prayers with hands ready to serve for the Selch family.
We love you all dearly.
Story with the picture:
Who knew that I would have been voted onto Homecoming Court senior year? I was pretty shocked. And when it hit me that my dad was up in the high mountains on an elk hunt and that he wouldn't be back for about a week, I knew that I could call my other dad to escort me down the field for half-time. Thanks again, Ken, for looking so dapper and keeping me steady as I strutted down as a royal, aerating the field with my heels. :) We caused quite a rumor ruckus that night. I spent the rest of the night and the next day trying to explain to everyone that no, my parents aren't divorced or separated, you're just my other dad.
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He is always dapper, isn't he? This was a great story, thanks so much for sharing and for making me start crying this morning and again this evening when I showed this post to Levi. I forgot that he did this for you. So glad that he is our other Dad. We are blessed to have him and the Selches in our life, aren't we? I love you.
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