On my drive to the construction site, I may or may not have fantasized about Tyler standing at the end of the aisle, looking incredible in a black and white suit. He was a classic kind of guy—he wouldn't wear any other color. He'd smile at me as I walked down the aisle, wipe a tear away from his face as I got close. But as I neared the construction zone, I realized I’d just indulged myself in the adult equivalent of writing Mrs. Tyler Griffen on my notebook. So I shook all thoughts of marriage and babies from my mind and pulled up next to Tyler’s truck.
