Just who is Tyler?

This is my dear Tyler. Being as it is Thanksgiving weekend, and seeing as how I'm at his house right now, I think it's a good time to talk about something I am truly thankful for. When I was in Europe, I was desperate to get a big bear hug from him. He is a constant in my life that I continually rely on to bring me back to reality and gives me perspective on my life (which I never listen to and am then treated to a barage of "told you so" after everything comes crashing in around me ears). I think everyone has a person that they can totally loose control and scream at the top of your lungs because you are secure enough in your relationship that you know everything will be forgiven and all will be good once you have both calmed down.

For instance, he made Sissy and I coffee in bed today (his bed), and just as Shannon decides to sit up, I took a big gulp. Needless to say, the coffee spills all over his bed and me (burning a very private place that is still bright pink!). Normally, someone would be a little p-oed. Tyler just looks at us, and begins to strip the bed for washing.