Happy Birthday to Ryan!

My baby brother is turning 18 today, which is absolutely crazy! He has his mission call and is leaving for Tahiti (well I guess technically the MTC first and then Tahiti) in June.

Basically Ryan is the greatest. I love all my brothers so much, and Ryan and I have had some fun times together as the two younger siblings. Sure, we fought all the time when we were younger - especially when I was in ninth grade and he was in seventh - but he always knew how to make me laugh so I would have to forgive him.

By the time I was a senior in High School and he was the tallest Sophomore ever, we were pretty much the very best of friends. And so here are the pictures of the beautiful times we spent together (not all the times - just a few of the times and still probably more pictures of the times than he wants but alas and alack there is no going back.) (That was a poem.)

 This is in Hawaii! Ryan doesn't look like he loves me so much but secretly he does.

 This is boating at Deer Creek Reservoir. Because family times are best times. Of all times.

 Once upon a time last summer our family went to Park City and we went ATV-ing. Ryan and I were buddies that whole trip - mostly driving around in the little car in the rain. Ryan did a stellar job of actually driving the ATV down the road while I fell asleep which was probably not the safest experience ever but it worked. Also he trusted me to drive him on this beast even though the rocky area in the rain was really quite horrifying. So, Friendship.

 This is the story of when once upon a time Ryan and I went to a football game and Ryan even called me his favorite sister right in public on facebook. Only sister aside, I'm glad to be favorite.

 Once it was Halloween my senior year, and instead of going to any Halloween parties or hanging out with friends I had a photo shoot with Ryan who was technically being Michael Jackson in Thriller but didn't wear his afro wig and so kind of destroyed the illusion. But I got him to do this leg kick with me and so that proves that our love for one another is deep and our friendship the greatest of all.

Once upon a time I had moved out of the house and was going to college but I went to my dad's work party at Trafalga. Then I posed like I was scared in the mini golf cave and I didn't even know Ryan was being beastly behind me. Even after I left and went far away (you know, to Provo) we were still all the great friends and I liked to leave my little dorm and hang out with him.

 Finally, I just wanted to say that Ryan is the greatest. He might say punky things like "stop whining" and call me "child" and "fou-foo" more than he calls me Breanna, but he is just the nicest, most fun little brother I could ever even want to have. And so I will conclude this post with that thought very firmly established. HAPPY BIRTHDAY RYAN. YOU ARE REAL NICE AND SUPER AWESOME. Love, Breanna.