Dear Tyler, codename T-13

I love you for everything you have ever done, except for the "Logan-hair-in-the-face-me-taking-the-four-wheeler-out-of-the-soggy-field-Nate-yelling-at-me" incident. I lost all the gas. Well you paid for the half of the tank.

I love you for grabbing my windbreaker when I started to fall off the boat in Killarney.

I love you for showing me how to drive the aluminum boat and not telling or laughing at me when I backed into the rocks in the boat.

Even though you're a generation behind me and you're older than me you treat me as an equal, unlike you treat Logan.