It's All Relative

Happy Birthday, HO.

I don' know why, but I never call Heather, HO. Everyone else does, but I don't. I never did.

But today is her birthday and I think she deserves a special blog shout-out. She's smart, pretty, funny and super hardworking and probably the only person I know who will tell me straight up, without hesitation, when I'm being an idiot. And for that, I'm thankful.

I'm also thankful for how great a friend she is. The best. She knows me better than most and that's pretty cool. Because I feel lucky for the handful of really awesome friends I have. The really good ones, who call you and ask about your day, even when you live two states away and they may not know who or what you're talking about. The kind that have your back no matter what. That's Heather.

She's also one of the best examples of the kind of faith I want to have and the kind of person I hope to be.

I have no doubt that 20 years from now, we'll still be complaining about guys, still laughing about that time we cried during Win a Date with Tad Hamilton, comparing tans, discussing playoff games and confering over who the heck does BYU think they are?

No doubt.

Happy Birthday, Heather. You're a catch!