In response to Toria's request (and in honor of one of my favorite cousins):Freshman year at BYU: John broke his wrist doing something back handspring-ish and had a cast on for a while. He came by my apartment one day, made a beeline for the freezer, stuck his overheated, casted arm inside, and sighed with relief. And then (surprise!) I got out my camera.
Dad took this picture at Brett & Jackie's wedding, just a couple of months before John left on his mission. No photoshopping, honest!
And now I will throw myself onto the sacrificial HOLY HAIR altar, just for John. (Doherty Summit, on the way back to our Freshman year of college.)