The First Shall Be Last . . .

One day, many years ago (9 years ago, to be exact) a young lady named Tiffany entered the Valley of Happiness. She lived with 5 other young ladies in a small cinder block-walled apartment. She spent her days studying and her nights dreaming about the day her beautiful prince would show up and rescue her from the cinder block walls.. She was patient, and was enjoying her time in the Valley of Happiness. One day, she became saddened when she learned that one of her roommates decided to move out a bit prematurely. But she took it like a champ and was excited for the change. Along came a young lady named Alicia to live with Tiffany. She was escaping the tyrannies of the evil upper-classmen-living-on-campus. So Tiffany took Alicia under her wing. They became fast friends, and waited for the princes for many years. Thankfully, they were able to leave the confines of cinder-block-world for slightly more hospitable quarters, and remained "roommates" for the remainder of their years in the Valley of Happiness. Little did they know that each year would bring more great roommates, eventually forming a Sisterhood. As some of the roommates were rescued by their princes, new ladies were added in, and even some neighbors were inducted into the Sisterhood (after rigorous testing of course). So one by one Tiffany and Alicia attended lots of weddings for the Ladies of the Sisterhood. Recently, they attended a wedding in Dallas, where they realized they were the last 2 of the entire Sisterhood! What started with just 2 innocent young ladies, has now ended with the same 2 and slightly less innocent women. "Wherefore, the first shall be last, and the last shall be first." (Or something like that.)

And now, ladies and gentlemen (um, I hope no gentlemen actually read this blog - that would be quite embarrassing) I present to you, (drumroll please) . . . . . . . . Tiff's FIANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!

Meet Llyr. Llyr Christensen. (Pronounced Lear. And since I know you're all wondering, here's the story of his name (Tiff - correct me if I'm wrong) Llyr's dad went on a mission (can't remember where) and of course met some amazing people. He became so close with one person that he vowed he would name his first born son after this guy. Years later, enter Llyr's Mom (who was not present when the vow was made). She didn't want her son to be named after an airplane, so she found this alternate spelling, and was more than willing to comply with her husband's wishes. Hence: Llyr. Fun huh?!)

I have yet to meet Llyr in person, BUT he sounds completely normal (of course) and amazing (of course) on the phone. And before he knew Tiff is going to have 8 boys, he told me he wanted a big family. They are perfect. (And after I informed him he would only be having sons he stated, "I didn't want any daughters anyway!") He's turned Tiff into a true Cougar - not because he goes to BYU (which he does) but because he is a few years younger than Tiff. Go Tiff!!! (I've always said the younger ones have less baggage.) The best part about him? He loves Tiff. Kind of a lot. A lot. In fact, he loves her so much that he's willing to just do some independent study courses so he can follow her to Colorado. Pretty sure that is true love. :)

I did some stalking (thanks to Elisabeth for teaching how to stalk) and here are some pictures to help us all get to know Llyr a little better. :)

Apparently he likes to break things with his hands. Check out the hair cut - the classic "bumb cut." And Llyr must be good because if you take a close look at the old guy's face, he looks afraid, very afraid.


Told you he's a true cougar.


Apparently he likes to wear sweaters around his neck. And golf. And drink wine. (Tiff, have you seen this picture? Just making sure you know what you're getting into.)


Pretty sure anyone who can grow a mustache is either really cool, or a pedophile. We'll assume he's cool.


At least during times of homelessness he doesn't sleep on the park bench. Concrete is way better.


Llyr - you picked a good one! Welcome!!! (Oh, and the date is yet to be determined.)