Friends are special and always have been,
But certain ones stick out just a tad more.
Less like a nail in wood, capable of pain,
More like a tree near a seashore.
Always the coolest, best-looking, funniest, awesome-est,
He’s also a good guy.
He befriended the lamest, smallest, weirdest kid,
Helped to make him less shy.
Thankfully, through the beginning of a friendship,
Blossomed a great one between us,
With broken mirrors, blanketless nights,
Crashed weddings, Ying Yang Twins, PC bound bus.
You came with, actually convinced,
A little Vanderbilt kid to get a tattoo.
A permanent mark of friendship and love,
Who better to convince than you?
How you care about others, and always love to laugh,
Being with Ian is infectious,
How could it not be?
His eyes and “that look” are just soooo precious.
I’m thankful to have you,
My lumberjack friend.
Here’s to many good years to come,
May the good times never end.