Maid of Honor
I first met Kelsea in 2012 during my debut as a high school cheerleader. Were we instant besties? Nope. But fate (and cheer practice) had other plans. It started with small talk on the bus and between stunts, which somehow escalated into her basically moving in with me. By 2014, I’m pretty sure Kelsea had spent more nights at my house than her own—and at that point, I’m not sure if my parents even noticed the difference. What started as harmless sleepovers quickly turned into reckless backroad drives, music cranked way too loud, and a list of questionable decisions—most of which took place on our way to the river to do things we definitely weren’t supposed to. But through it all, our friendship became something unshakable, the kind you just know is for life. Now, as moms, our wild adventures have been replaced with diapers, daycare drop-offs, and talking about how tired we are. But no matter how much time passes, I’ll always be grateful for the memories, the laughter, and fact that my mom never once asked for a rent. And today, I couldn’t be more honored to have her standing by my side—just like she always has.
Matron of Honor
I met Sydney during my college years while working at Montero’s, where we spent way too many hours rolling silverware like it was an Olympic sport. What started as casual coworker chatter quickly escalated into late-night Cookout runs, which somehow led to a series of wild beach adventures and highly questionable life choices. Somewhere in the midst of all that chaos, she gave me my first real photoshoot—an innocent act that, in hindsight, was a huge mistake. Because now? I refuse to let anyone else take my photos, and trust me, Sydney does a lot for me. At some point, her incredible family even took me in, treating me like one of their own—an honorary adult baby who, to this day, still manages to get invited to family gatherings. So, a massive shoutout to the Fleurys for never officially evicting me. Then, in August of 2018, I drove 12 hours solo—not just to stand by Sydney’s side as she married the love of her life, but to literally marry them myself. And now, years later, the roles have flipped, and I get to have her standing by my side as I marry a good man of my own. Wouldn’t have it any other way!
Bridesmaid
Oof, Kayleigh… I really had to think about how much I was willing to reveal about how we met. But after some deep contemplation (and maybe a little regret), I’ve decided to spill most of it. It all started in college, first day of sociology. Our eccentric, cat-obsessed professor stood up and told us to “look around because the people next to us might just be in our lives forever.” SUREEE. Kayleigh and I sat side by side, barely speaking for weeks. Then one day, I mustered up the nerve to do the most awkward thing ever—ask another grown adult if they wanted to play after school. We drove around, and somehow, that one ride spiraled into us becoming roommates. And despite the classic warning to never live with a friend, we were actually a great match. Though, let’s be real—we spent way too much time in that garage and definitely should’ve arranged rides home from our weekly nights out with the gang. Life moved on, we slowed down, but our friendship never did. And to prove just how in sync we are—our first kids were born just six weeks apart. So yeah… maybe that crazy professor was onto something after all!
Bridesmaid
Taylor Norris—AKA Taylor Spanish in my phone. Why, you ask? Well, let me take you back to where it all began. Picture this: summer school, and me, thrilled to be taking Spanish… NOT. Naturally, I signed up for the fastest way to get it over with. And that’s when she sat down next to me. From day one, we were a dynamic duo—partners in crime, or rather, in barely surviving Spanish class. To be honest, we basically did each other’s work—true teamwork at its finest. After community college, Taylor ditched me for the big city of Raleigh to finish at state, while I branched off to UNCW in Jacksonville. Even with new adventures pulling us in different directions, we always found ways to reunite—whether it was birthdays, chaotic PowerPoint nights (if you know, you know), or completely ignoring adulthood responsibilities for spontaneous meetups. And when the world shut down during COVID, we hunkered down together like it was an extended sleepover. In the wise words of Ula from 50 First Dates—“RIGHT ON!” Now, Taylor’s out here being a boss, traveling the country, and living her best life. But no matter how much time passes, the second we’re back together, it’s like no time has passed at all.
Bridesmaid
I met this Cali girl during my first year in the school system, and honestly, I’m not even sure how it happened, but after a few visits to my school, she just started showing up in my classroom, plopping down on the floor to eat lunch with me. And let’s be real—her lunch was never shareable (gluten-free, meatless, and, frankly, never a cheeseburger). What started as a casual co-worker friendship turned into coffee dates, lunch runs, carpooling, and basically unofficially adopting each other’s homes. Now, my kids stay with her when I need a break, she and Aaron have a mutual understanding that she’s part of the family, and she has saved my ass at work more times than I can count. But beyond all that, Maria is the one constantly pushing all of us—me, Aaron, and the kids—to be bolder, take chances, and step out of our comfort zones. Whether it’s convincing the kids to try something new or making sure we don’t stay stuck in our routines, she’s the fearless force we never knew we needed. Oh, and let’s not forget—y’all better give Maria a round of applause DIY’ ing of my wedding decor because, without her, this whole thing would be held together with duct tape and good intentions.
Bridesmaid
When I first met Steph, she was already an established member of the Hump House club. (If you know, you know.) She was kinda that bitch in charge, whether anyone realized it or not. Cody and her had been tight with Aaron long before I came into the picture. I remember when Aaron took me over to Will's house before we went on our traditional haunted birthday outing for Aaron, and Steph was super curious about me and Aaron. She asked, "Are you sure you're just friends?" At the time, yep, just friends—though Aaron and I got asked that question a lot back then. Fast forward to baby on the way, and she shows up with the sweetest basket, asking what we needed and throwing in stuff I didn’t even know existed but definitely needed to survive parenthood. Then, when we moved back to NC, she literally took a vacation just to visit before anyone else even bothered to check Zillow. We didn’t start off as besties, but now? She's the kind of person who’s always had my back—not just mine, but my whole family’s. She’s like the human version of a Swiss army knife—practical, thoughtful, and always there when you need her!
Bridesmaid
There are always way too many Alexys in this world, but this one? She’s hands down my favorite. Alexys or MORLEY walked into my life when I was working as a server in Jacksonville—she was single, starting fresh, and I was deep in my party era. Naturally, it only made sense to bring her into the chaos. And from that moment on, she’s been a constant, one of those rare friendships that weathers every storm and every questionable decision. From the start, she’s been the group’s shaman—or, more accurately, the voice of reason. The one reminding us that maybe climbing trees under the influence isn’t exactly a genius idea. The one who somehow balances wild spontaneity with the wisdom of someone who’s seen it all. Through late-night talks, ridiculous adventures, and more hungover brunches than I can count, she’s been the steady hand in the middle of the madness. We’ve been through it all—years of friendship, being roommates in my house, then roommates in hers, swapping stories, dreams, and way too many "WTF just happened?" moments. And now, even as life moves forward and things change, she’s still one of the people I know I can always count on. No matter how much time passes, we always pick up right where we left off—like nothing ever changed.