Hey Ryan Heavens

I don’t know how he put up with me.  I was the cause of stitches in his head from encouraging him to jump off the bed like superman…to stitches in his finger, when I told him to sharpen my dad’s steak knife on his fork.  I also set another emergency room trip in play when he stuck a bunch of puffed wheat up his nose, at my silly request.

He loved me still, and to this day he is one of my very best friends. No one could cruise the streets of Mexico in a VW van like we did.

No one could play the shepherd with such spunk.And he still rocks fashion just like he did then. It’s no wonder the little girls called you, “Ryan Heavens” growing up!

I hope you had a great birthday yesterday!