Happy Anniversary!

Its been two years for Tamara and me on Tuesday! What a crazy couple of years. We started with nothing, and here we are now with a whole lot less! A car (loan), a home (loan), a college degree (not paid for), and a whole lot of great memories that we own free and clear. AND NOW, A TRIBUTE TO TAMARA THE BEAUTIFUL, WIFE AND DEAREST FRIEND OF RYAN THE MAN:

Tamara the Beautiful was conceived May 24, 1985, to two wonderful people to whom I owe an unpayable debt. She was raised her whole life in the house she was born into (I think) in Provo, Utah. When she was just a little girl, she fell madly in love with one Jonathan Taylor Thomas, a movie star of virtually zero proportions (he kinda sucked). When Tamara realized JTT would eventually become obsolete, she began to branch out and go to high school dances, where she eventually met a real man, Ryan the Man. After a roller coaster ride of a relationship, involving a lot of breaking up and dumping me all the time (you just couldn't get rid of me!), I left on my LDS mission. Two years of separation led Tamara to explore other options (without telling her intrepid warrior of God). These unfortunate JTT wannabes had wit, charm, and parents who made their beds for them, but even with all of that going for them, Tamara decided that Ryan the Man was worth waiting for (Tamara does not have a history of drug or alcohol abuse, she really did want to wait for me). When her missionary returned with honor, a brief 1-year courtship was followed by a simple (hot, sunny, sweaty) June wedding. And the rest is history!!!

I recently composed this prose for Tamara as a token of love:

"When all the stars fell from the sky,

You went and stood among them and said,

'I am more beautiful than all of you',

And it was true.

I love you Tamara! Thank you for marrying me!

And please don't kill me after you read this.