You couldn't find two punk kids more confused and angry at the world when we met. I got drunk on his couch and spent the entire night telling him about the little boys he will soon get to call his nephews. He spent the summer riding shotgun of my cherry red Monte Carlo. From him dedicating a Marissa Sendejas song to me to our first date at the Seattle Art Museum to dancing in the rain to La Vie En Rose, Tim hasn't stopped being my best friend. When we stand before everyone and God, we will only be telling you what we have known all along. Forever isn't long enough.