A few years (by a few, I mean five years ago), I applied to BYU at the very last minute and got accepted. It had never been my intention to go blue, but when the opportunity arose I was suddenly considering it (and quickly decided it was the right thing to do). Since it had never been my intention to be a cougar, I was left with few housing options. It came down to living in DT (never!), living in Rain Tree with my cousin, or living at King Henry just a few yards away from Tyler. The best choice was pretty obvious: live by my brother. So I did. It was one of the best decisions I ever made, and my freshman year of college (spent with the 39ers) was one of the best years of my life. Everyone in the ward thought Tyler and I were dating (because we were together all the time), and we built a solid friendship that remains strong to this day. Today is Tyler's birthday, and though a surprise trip to Philadelphia would have been fun, I am left with this dinky little blog (and the phone call I already made) to wish him a happy big 2-8.
Visiting Ty in Philadelphia 2007
Part of why I love Tyler so much is because he was so excited to see a tapir.
...and because he was so excited to feed a zebra.
...and because he married one of my best friends.
...and because the goats look like they are eating his hair in this picture.
...and because I always think of him when I see monkeys.
Happy 28th Birthday, Ty!
I LOVE YOU!