Since May, we have been trying to work with the photographer who took pictures at the February Father Daughter Dance. There was some confusion with our mailing address and the fact that we had moved, but also, Ryan had wanted to know which pictures they would be sending. Uncle Brett, who attended the dance with them had been in one of the pictures and we were willing to buy additional pictures to have one with him, but was not told how that would happen. It was four months of poor communication on the part of the photographer and frustration for Ryan. Finally, we received an unmarked envelope in the mail. As Ryan opened the envelope, he hoped that what he saw was a joke, but alas, it was not... pictures had finally arrived, but it was not of our family!
