Reason I Love Tyler #4

Tyler Wants Me to Have Everything I Need and Want

When last you heard, Tyler was helping me buy a car. (Or rather, us a car, but its primary use will be for me.) He succeeded in locking down a 2013 MINI Cooper S—electric blue. The hitch? It was in Seattle. See, there are only three MINI dealers in this chunk of the country and they are all on the coast. So, we had to drive to Seattle (aprox. 300 miles) to sign the final papers and bring the car home (aprox. another 300 miles). We did it all in one day. One long, action packed day.

Behold, Marge.

I love Marge. She is the perfect car for me. I love her size and her speed. I love her working radio and AC and cruise control. In the winter, I will love her heated seats. She is exactly what I expected in the best way possible. (My first spin with Marge was actually the first time I ever drove a MINI.) Yes, I suppose there were less expensive used, certified cars in the area, and I would have been content and never uttered a word of complaint, but I wouldn't have been happy.

Tyler understood this when I didn't, which is why he worked so hard to get me my Dream Car. If one wants something badly enough, and it is within reason, why shouldn't that person have it? I've been mulling that one over quite a bit.

Yesterday, after showing Marge off to my parents (who were thrilled, of course), my mom said about Tyler, "He's going to spoil you."

True. If Tyler making sure I have everything I want--which I try to keep reasonable--means I'm spoiled, well, then I'm spoiled.

But onward, ho! Last night Tyler and I had a conversation about our future. Confession time: I have a student loan that I haven't paid a cent towards in two or three years. My parents also have student loans for me under their name. And, until, last week, they were also paying my car insurance. I have felt guilty for not being financially stable (or responsible) enough to help with these expenses and debts, but not guilty enough to do anything about it—i.e. try to find a better job or take on another one. On top of that, my mother has medical issues that require her to take medicine (the not cheap kind) every six weeks to stay healthy.

Tyler is privy to all of this and wants to help when, one day, our savings is built up. As he sees it, my problems are his problems now. My happiness—which happens to be related to my parents' comfort and health—is a priority for him. He takes care of all my needs and wants, from my bitchin' MINI to making sure we get FXX so I can have Every. Simpsons. Ever. on down to the Toasted Cheez-Its that I am addicted to.

I am incredibly humbled by how much Tyler loves me, by how much he is willing to take on for me. It renders me speechless, like last night when the only thing I could do in response to this conversation was to let tears stream down my face, and wordless, like in the case of this blog.

So I will say THANK YOU, again and again, until I'm blue in the face. THANK YOU, Tyler, for loving me this much. THANK YOU. THANK YOU. THANK YOU.