Matron of Honor
1980's-I’m lucky enough to have a “Sister from Another Mister” — the kind of friend who hears my thoughts like “Private Eyes” and finishes my sentences before I’ve even figured them out. Our connection? “Simply Irresistible.” Real, rare, and straight out of an ‘80s movie montage. We’ve shared it all — from spontaneous road trips with “Total Eclipse of the Heart” blasting, to dancing like nobody was watching to “Footloose,” “Push It,” and every neon-lit jam in between. Through the laughter, the stumbles, and every “Crazy Little Thing Called Love,” she’s been by my side — my ride-or-die, my forever hype woman. She’s the one who lifts me up when I’m down, who reminds me to fight like “Eye of the Tiger” is playing behind me, and who always sees the strength in me — even when I don’t. I honestly can’t imagine life without her. She’s not just my matron of honor. She’s a once-in-a-lifetime friend, and one of the greatest gifts life has given me. And wherever the road leads next, one thing’s for sure: we’ll always be shouting, “Don’t Stop Believin’.”
Bridesmaid
1950's-I’ve been blessed to share a friendship with her that’s truly “Unforgettable.” She’s the kind of friend who’s always there when you need her — the one who would give you the “Shirt of Blue” off her back without hesitation. Our bond feels like a sweet oldie, filled with warmth, loyalty, and those classic moments that never fade. One night that stands out is when we stayed up “Rockin’ Around the Clock,” battling it out playing Mario Brothers until the early hours. Just two best friends caught in that “Great Balls of Fire” kind of fun, laughing and making memories that still light up my heart. She’s my “Peggy Sue” — steadfast and true, someone who’s “All Shook Up” just thinking about how far we’ve come together. Through thick and thin, she’s the “Only You” I know I can count on, the one who brings “Tutti Frutti” joy and endless kindness to every moment. I’m so grateful she’s standing with me on this special day — my rock, my laughter, my forever friend. Because with her, it’s always been “Love Me Tender” and “Always” from the very start.
Bridesmaid
2000's-Before she even said hello to me, I was already saying “Bye, Bye, Bye.” I had a serious “Poker Face” going, because honestly... I thought she might be “Toxic.” 😅 Then one night, we ended up “In Da Club” (okay, it was definitely a local dive bar), and she surprised me by proving she could totally “Drop It Like It’s Hot.” I wasn’t convinced just yet — still “Not Ready to Make Nice” — but after a little time (maybe a month), I had my “Moment of Surrender.” Now, she’s someone I hold incredibly close to my heart. Her steady support, kindness, and quiet loyalty have been such a gift in my life. We’ve made memories I’ll never forget and shared talks that have meant everything. She’s not just a friend — she’s become a truly important part of my story. And no matter how it started… I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Bridesmaid
1920's-Amid the lively crowd, she’s the “Whispering” voice of calm — the one who may not say the most, but always has something to say. Whether she’s out hiking a mountain or planning her next big adventure, I’m cheering her on from the sidelines, ideally from a nice, indoor location with snacks. We’ve always balanced each other perfectly. With a heart that’s “Ain’t Misbehavin’” and a spirit full of curiosity, she’s the kind of friend who offers advice with a side of thoughtful conviction — the kind that sounds like she read it in a very official book, and maybe she did. She brings a steady kind of presence — full of grace, care, and just enough opinions to keep things interesting. She reminds me that the strongest kind of support often comes with quiet loyalty… and occasional commentary. And today, I’m so lucky to have her by my side — calm, confident, and always ready with a suggestion (or five). Here’s to a friendship as classic and layered as a 1920s jazz tune — a little quirky, deeply meaningful, and absolutely unforgettable.
Bridesmaid
1990's-She’s been part of my life for over 15 years — long enough to know every inside joke, every “Oops!... I Did It Again” moment, and just how much love and patience it takes to keep my brother and their boys in line. From the start, she’s been the calm in our “Rhythm Nation,” the sweet to our sass, and the one who handles chaos with the quiet strength of someone who knows “What’s Up.” We once tried to teach her how to dance — bless her heart, she gave it a true “Step by Step” shot. She may not have the moves like “Genie in a Bottle,” but when it comes to showing up with loyalty and heart, she’s always right on time — no remix needed. She’s not the loudest in the room, but her presence is everything. She’s “No Scrubs,” all class and no nonsense, bringing that “Killing Me Softly” kind of steadiness — strong, soothing, and impossible not to respect. She’s the “Real Love” you count on, even when the world’s got a little “Creep” energy. And when things get complicated, she doesn’t need big speeches. A glance, a well-timed “mmhmm,” or the occasional Mariah Carey-level side-eye says it all. She’s “Stronger Than Me,” wiser than I’ll ever admit out loud, and cooler than a cassette tape collection in a Lisa Frank backpack. I truly don’t know what I’d do without her. She’s my “I’ll Be There for You,” my “Hold On,” and, without question… “Simply the Best.”
Bridesmaid
1970's-We met almost 30 years ago in the glamorous world of Heinen’s grocery store — where we bonded over barcodes, bad fluorescent lighting, and somehow always getting blamed for “Trouble Man” energy we absolutely didn’t cause. Even when we were just standing there, someone thought, “She Did It!” And honestly? We probably were laughing too hard to defend ourselves. Now she’s living her best “Southern Nights” life in Florida, and we can go months — even longer — without talking. But when we reconnect? Boom. It's “Just the Two of Us” again, like no time has passed. Mid-sentence. Mid-inside joke. Mid-accusation that we “borrowed” something from the bakery. But beyond the laughs and the lifelong banter, this woman is a fighter. A real one. Life’s thrown plenty her way, and she’s faced it all with the kind of strength that would make “Superwoman” step aside and say, “You’ve got this.” She’s walked through fire with her head high and glitter on, proving over and over again she’s made of “Diamond Girl” resilience and “Hot Stuff” determination. She’s part “Best of My Love,” part “I Am Woman,” and always “More Than a Woman.” She’s the kind of friend who stays in your heart even when she’s hundreds of miles away — and even if you haven’t talked since “September.” I love her more than words (and lyrics) can say. She’s my forever co-defendant, my beautiful badass, and my reason to believe that real friendship doesn’t fade — it just puts on bigger sunglasses and moves to Florida.
Bridesmaid
1960's-When I first met her, I honestly thought she was in her 20s — full of that classic “Good Vibrations” energy, like someone straight out of a ’60s hit. Turns out, she’ was actually in her late 30s! I had a little “Help!” moment trying to process that. That night, I was a bit “Under My Thumb,” holding back and not quite ready to open up. But once I did, it was clear: “You Can’t Hurry Love” — our friendship just needed a little time to grow. We bonded over laughs, heartfelt talks, and plenty of “The Sound of Silence” moments where words weren’t even needed. She’s my “Baby Love” — a friend who truly gets me and has become such an important part of my life. She’s not just a bridesmaid — she’s my person. The one I can always count on, no matter what. Having her by my side means the world to me, and I can’t imagine this day — or life — without her. Here’s to a friendship that feels like the sweetest song — timeless, true, and unforgettable.
Best Man
1980's-Jim may be the quiet one, but make no mistake — he’s the “Man in Motion.” Growing up, he didn’t say much, didn’t brag, and absolutely could not play volleyball. At first, it was like watching “Under Pressure” — on him, on the ball, on everyone’s hopes. But then came the late-night games. The slow burn. The comeback story of the decade. Somewhere between “Livin’ on a Prayer” and “Don’t Stop Believin’,” Jim became really good. Suddenly, he was spiking like “Hit Me With Your Best Shot,” and the rest of the brothers were shook. Now, texting him? Different story. You could write a novel, send smoke signals, and play “Hello” on a boombox — nothing. Jim’s on a strict “Don’t Answer Me” communication plan. But when it matters, when it really counts — he shows up. Always. He’s the strong, silent type. The kind of guy who lets his game — and his loyalty — do the talking. And that’s exactly why Jeff chose him as his Best Man. Because Jim’s been there through it all — the chaos, the games, the moments that mattered — steady, calm, and absolutely lethal with a volleyball. He may not say much, but when he does… it’s probably a roast you won’t recover from.
Groomsman
1950's-Joe isn’t just Jeff’s brother — he’s his lifelong tag team partner in crime, comedy, and sibling domination. Back in the day, Joe and Jeff spent most of their time handing out beatdowns to their other brothers, Jeremy and Jim. Not out of malice — out of tradition. Call it “The Twist” with fists. He’s got a mouth full of comebacks, a heart full of loyalty, and a face that reminds everyone, “Yep, that’s their dad’s clone.” Honestly, if you squint during a family argument, it’s like “Papa Was a Rolling Stone” — only with sharper punchlines and fewer apologies. Joe’s the kind of guy who can cut you down with a glance and a “Don’t Be Cruel” tone, then help you up while pretending he didn’t do anything at all. He’s part “Great Balls of Fire,” part “Blue Suede Shoes,” and fully committed to never taking anything — or anyone — too seriously. He’s also just the tiniest bit cynical. If there’s a romantic moment, he’s rolling his eyes. If there’s a long speech, he’s muttering “Yakety Yak” under his breath. But when it really counts, Joe is there. Solid. Steady. Snarky. Basically, “You Send Me”… then you roast me. In this crew, Joe’s the one who keeps it real, keeps it funny, and keeps everyone humble — especially Jeremy and Jim, who still have flashbacks to those tag-team beatdowns.
Groomsman
1970's-Jeremy has been Jeff’s brother, bouncer, and no-nonsense co-pilot since day one. Jeff once nicknamed him the “2.5 ton chassis” — not because of his size, but because once he’s moving, you’d better get out of the way. They’ve bonded over Ohio State games for years — yelling at refs like it’s a full-time job, pounding beers to “Takin’ Care of Business,” and treating every Saturday like “Boogie Nights: Columbus Edition.” And then there was that bar fight in Akron. It all started when a Michigan fan strutted in wearing maize and talking trash. Big mistake. Jeremy stood up, cracked his knuckles, and suddenly it was “Kung Fu Fighting” meets “Saturday Night’s Alright for Fighting.” He walked out cool as ever, like “Stayin’ Alive” was playing just for him. He’s part “Bad, Bad Leroy Brown,” part Buckeye hype man, and just the right amount of “Don’t Mess With My Vibe.” He may roast Jeff daily and have the patience of a lit fuse, but he’s always had his brother’s back — especially when it comes to football, beer, or bar fights triggered by poor life choices (like rooting for Michigan).
Groomsman
1920's-If Gatsby had a cousin who could spike a volleyball, crush a beer, and tan like a Roman statue, it would’ve been Tim. Jeff didn’t just grow up with him — he survived “Razzle Dazzle” beach parties, “Makin’ Whoopee” bonfires, and countless late-night declarations of “Shot time!” yelled like a jazz-age battle cry. Tim tans so easily, we’re pretty sure he’s 60% sunshine and 40% hops. While the rest of the crew turned lobster red by hour two, Tim emerged looking like he just came back from headlining “Puttin’ on the Ritz.” Shirt optional. Confidence permanent. Their volleyball “training sessions” involved more beer than form, more diving than strategy, and a lot of “It Had to Be You” vibes every time Tim saved Jeff’s terrible serve. What started as “Ain’t Misbehavin’” turned into a full-fledged lifestyle, powered by sun, sweat, and burgers from Whitey’s that legally shouldn’t have that much grease. And while Jeff brought the chaos, Tim brought the calm, the cooler, and occasionally the shovel to dig someone out of the sand. He's the cousin you call when you need backup — not because he's loud, but because he’s “My Blue Heaven” with a tan line and a six-pack (of beer... or abs, depending on the decade). He’s part “Sweet Georgia Brown,” part “Yes! We Have No Bananas,” and all-in for anything Jeff throws his way — especially if it comes with a cold beer and one more round of “Brother, Can You Spare a Shot?”
Groomsman
2000's-PJ isn’t just a groomsman — he’s Jeff’s best friend of 30 years, volleyball wingman, and the guy most likely to respond to “Shot time!” before Jeff even finishes the sentence. Together, they’ve lived through bonfires, Bud Light, volleyball victories, and so many late nights at Whitey’s Booze & Burger, it’s basically their second address. Jeff calls him “Señor,” and no one knows why. He doesn’t speak Spanish. He doesn’t dance. He’s more “Don’t Cha” sit this one out than “Let’s Get It Started.” But what he lacks in dance moves, he makes up for with sarcasm, loyalty, and showing up with cold beer before you even know you need one. Volleyball? PJ serves heat like “Drop It Like It’s Hot,” except it’s the ball — not his body — doing the work. The man has never intentionally danced, but he has blocked a spike while holding a Bud Light and quoting “In Da Club.” When Jeff gets wild, PJ’s right there — part hype man, part handler, part human caution sign. He’s survived every “Tipsy” adventure, every “Oops!... I Did It Again” moment, and every Whitey’s burger that should’ve come with a warning label. He’s part “Ride Wit Me,” part “Yeah!” (minus the dancing), and all in when it comes to showing up, keeping it real, and making sure Jeff doesn’t end up on the local news. Because PJ may not cut a rug, but he’ll cut in line for a Bud Light and have your back forever. Since U Been Gone? He never left.
Groomsman
1990's-Growing up, Dana and Hank were a team. With five years between them, Dana naturally slipped into the role of protector, sidekick, and occasional damage control — because when you care that deeply, “I’ll Be There for You” isn’t just a song, it’s a way of life. They stuck together through it all — inside jokes, awkward phases, late-night laughs, and more than a few “Oops!... I Did It Again” moments. And when someone messed with Hank? Dana stepped in without hesitation, with big “No Scrubs” energy and a little “Say My Name” attitude to shut it down. Hank has always done things his own way — steady, low-key, and with just enough mystery to keep you guessing. And sure, Dana spent plenty of years wondering “What’s My Age Again?” while Hank made life interesting… but through it all, she never stopped looking out for him — and never stopped being proud. Then came Becky — and while Hank didn’t need to be “fixed,” she brought out even more of the good stuff. These days, he’s grounded, thoughtful, loyal, and exactly the kind of person Dana and Jeff are lucky to have standing beside them. He’s part “Truly Madly Deeply,” part “All Star,” and all heart. He’ll always be Dana’s little brother — the one she protected, grew up with, and loves more than words (or lyrics) can say.
Groomsman
1960's-There are people who make an entrance… and then there’s Jeff, who makes an episode. For as long as anyone can remember, he’s been the leading man in his own one-man show — and whether it’s a wedding, a cookout, or a trip to the gas station, The Jeff Show is always playing. He doesn’t mean to steal the spotlight — he just assumes it’s his. With his totally unique vocabulary and knack for turning every moment into something unforgettable, Jeff keeps everyone entertained, confused, and laughing all at once. Even the groom’s son says it best: “When Dad and Uncle Jeff get together, they get wild.” And he’s not wrong. When those two link up, it’s pure “Twist and Shout,” “I Get Around,” and “Surfin’ Safari” energy. You’ll hear the laughter before they even enter the room. Jeff is part “Daydream Believer,” part “Good Vibrations,” and somehow always center stage without even trying. He brings fun, flair, and just the right amount of lovable chaos. And while no one’s quite sure what he’ll say next, one thing’s certain — you’re gonna remember it. The groom wouldn’t tie the knot without him. Because every main character needs a co-star who steals the scene — and Jeff’s been doing it since “The Times They Are A-Changin’.”
Groomsman
2020's-Stevie is my cousin, my godson, and the only person in this wedding party who responded to being asked with a shrug and a look that said, “I guess.” He’s quiet, effortlessly cool, and somehow makes standing still look like a power move. He’s got that “Bad Habit” sarcasm, “Anti-Hero” vibe, and the resting face of someone who’s not mad, just unimpressed. He's not here for the spotlight, the small talk, or the sentimental stuff — and that’s exactly why we love him. Mostly. He won’t be giving a toast, he won’t be fluffing my dress, and he definitely won’t be emotionally available. But he’ll be here, in his suit, probably wondering when this is over and if there's anything to eat. Stevie is part “Calm Down,” part “As It Was,” and 100% here under light protest. But hey — it wouldn’t be complete without him.
Ring Bearer
1980's-Walking me down the aisle is someone truly special — our son. At just ten years old, he’s already the heart of our world: kind, thoughtful, a little shy, and somehow always one step ahead of us (especially when dessert is involved). From the moment he arrived, he’s been “The Greatest Love of All.” He’s got my sensitivity, Jeff’s storytelling stamina, and his dad’s gift for hitting absolute bombs on the baseball field — seriously, “Eye of the Tiger” energy at the plate. He may not love button-up shirts or emotional speeches, but this kid has a heart so big it could fill the room. He holds my hand when I need it, makes me laugh when I least expect it, and reminds me every day that “Time After Time,” love shows up in the most unexpected ways — sometimes in the form of a ten-year-old in a suit with grass stains on his cleats. There’s no one else I’d rather walk with into this next chapter — because he’s the one who made us a family.
Flower Girl
1980's-She’s seven going on unstoppable. Our daughter — lovingly known as “Little, Little” — is part glitter tornado, part stand-up comic, and all heart. She’s a little wild, a little unpredictable, and definitely the only person in the wedding who could pull off tossing flower petals while also throwing shade. She’s got her dad’s wicked sense of humor, her mom’s sass, and just enough sparkle to legally qualify as a disco ball. One minute she’s ruling the room with “Material Girl” confidence, the next she’s giving the kind of hug that makes you forget why you were stressed in the first place. She’s our “Sweet Child o’ Mine” with “Footloose” energy and “Total Eclipse of the Heart” emotions — a total badass wrapped in tulle and chaos. And while she’s been known to shout instructions at adults like she’s the wedding director (she might be), she’s also got a heart so full of love, it practically glows. Watching her walk down the aisle? It won’t just be a moment — it’ll be a Little, Little event. And honestly? We wouldn’t have it any other way.
Ring Bearer
1990's-This is my godson and my nephew—which means he’s stuck with me twice over. He’s 13, brilliant, quiet, and just snarky enough to deliver a full roast with a single eyebrow raise. Think “Semi-Charmed Life” meets “No Diggity,” with a little “Loser” by Beck playing softly in the background (but like… ironically). He’s not here to be the center of attention—he’s here because someone has to carry the rings with the silent confidence of a '90s Batman. He may not say much, but don’t be fooled: this kid is always thinking, always observing, and definitely silently ranking everyone’s outfits. While other kids were watching cartoons, he was probably solving math problems while listening to “Black Hole Sun.” He’s got a brain like “The Sign” and a dry wit sharper than Destiny’s Child telling someone to “Say My Name” correctly. He’s walking down that aisle like it’s a minimalist runway show—zero drama, full precision, and just enough attitude to say, “I’m doing this because I have to, not because it’s cool.” Bottom line? He’s “Too Legit to Quit,” “No Scrub,” and we’re lucky to have him—even if he’s internally mocking this entire paragraph
Bridesmaid
1940's-We met on the softball field — me thinking I was a seasoned pro, and her showing up like “Chattanooga Choo Choo,” full of energy, charm, and better reflexes than I’d care to admit. She was younger, adorable, and surprisingly coordinated — basically a walking reminder that I might not be as young as I thought. At first, I thought, “Who’s this ‘Little Girl Blue’ joining us?” But before I knew it, she had sprinted her way into my heart. She became like a little sister — always eager, kind, and ready to lift others up (sometimes literally… girl’s got strength). With a heart sweeter than “Don’t Sit Under the Apple Tree (With Anyone Else but Me)” and a loyalty that could rival a golden retriever, she’s one of those rare people who makes everything feel lighter and more fun. Whether we were laughing after a missed catch or pretending we knew the score, she was always there with a smile and a steady presence. She’s my teammate, my little-sister spirit, and the kind of friend who makes life feel like one big “Sentimental Journey.” I’m so grateful to have her by my side on this day — and every day — because when you find someone who brings this much joy, you never let them go.
Groomsman
1940's-Every groom has that one friend who’s seen it all. For Jeff, that’s K-Dog — the man, the myth, the poor soul who had to clean up the very first time Jeff got drunk. Jeff went down like a bad jazz solo, and K-Dog was there with paper towels, judgment, and the look of a man thinking, “G.I. Jeff ain't ready for the battlefield.” From Boot Scootin’ Saloon nights that blurred into mornings to bonfires that started innocent and ended with someone line dancing on a folding table, K-Dog has always been in the middle of the madness — sometimes with a shovel, sometimes with a burger, always with a story. His house parties? Legendary. Catered by Whitey’s Booze and Burger — equal parts grease and regret — and soundtracked by “Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy” and Jeff’s questionable playlist choices. And when things went off the rails, K-Dog kept the fire going and the chaos contained like a true “Sentimental Journey” tour guide through Jeff’s most ridiculous years. He’s part “Ac-Cent-Tchu-Ate the Positive,” part “Swingin’ on a Star,” and somehow always the last man standing — unless he’s passed out in a lawn chair holding a half-eaten cheeseburger. Without K-Dog, Jeff might still be lying face-down somewhere behind the saloon. Instead, he’s here today — upright, married, and forever grateful to the guy who always brought the party… and the paper towels.
Bridesmaid
2020's-She may be younger, but somehow we ended up with the same attitude, same volume level, and apparently… the same name? At least according to her dad (my uncle), who’s been calling her my name for years — and honestly, fair. She’s basically the Gen Z remix of me: part “Anti-Hero,” part “Good 4 U,” and always ready to turn mild inconvenience into main character energy. She’s got my sass, my timing, and a slightly more dramatic way of saying “It’s About Damn Time” when she walks in a room. She’s the cousin who hypes you up, roasts you lovingly, and somehow manages to be the chaos and the calm — depending on the playlist. One minute she’s “Made You Look,” the next she’s side-eyeing someone into emotional submission. She’s not just a bridesmaid — she’s family, my twin in spirit, and the reason half the guests are still confused about which one of us started the loud laughter from the back row.
Ring Bearer
1980's-This is my godson—8 years old, son of my best friend, and already acting like he’s got a Nike sponsorship and a backup dance crew. He’s into soccer, basketball, and being the kind of kid who makes everyone go, “Is this real life or just a Pepsi commercial starring mini Michael Jackson?” He plays soccer like he’s got “Beat It” playing in his brain, and shoots hoops like he’s trying to make the ‘87 Lakers roster. Fast, focused, and just the right amount of dramatic—he doesn’t dribble, he performs. He may be carrying rings, but he’s walking that aisle like it’s the NBA Finals—cue “Eye of the Tiger” and possibly some slow-motion action. If he moonwalks mid-procession, just let it happen. He’s got “The Way You Make Me Feel” sweetness, “Smooth Criminal” confidence, and enough charm to shut down an arcade with one grin. Basically, he’s the “King of Popcorn and Free Throws,” and we’re lucky to have him starring in our big day.
Groom
1980's-This is me—Jeff. Or as you lovingly (and occasionally exasperatedly) call me: Dizzy. I’m fast—like “I Can’t Drive 55” fast—and I hit bombs like I’m trying to bring back “The Final Countdown.” We met doing shots of Yukon Jack, which should’ve been a red flag... but turned out to be the start of the best thing that ever happened to me. When it came to this wedding, I wanted full-on 1980s: fog machines, shoulder pads, and a playlist of “Kickstart My Heart” on repeat. You—thankfully—stepped in with a decades theme so people wouldn’t think they’d been trapped inside a Styx reunion tour. I don’t sing (you’re welcome), but I will defend “Pour Some Sugar On Me” as a slow dance. My music taste? Somewhere between “Sweet Child o’ Mine” and “Please don’t play that again.” We tease each other constantly—it’s our love language. You say I talk too much, I say I’m delightful. But underneath the stories, the sass, and the suspicious love of air guitar... I’m just a guy completely, ridiculously in love with you. You’re my “Crazy Little Thing Called Love,” and somehow, you still give me “The Power of Love.” Even if you won’t let me wear acid-wash jeans to the reception.
Bride
1980's-I didn’t just plan a wedding. I produced a glitter-soaked, multi-decade, costume-encouraged musical extravaganza. It’s basically “Electric Avenue” meets “Like a Virgin” with a Pinterest board, a label maker, and just a touch of madness. Am I fashion-forward? Not really. But give me a theme and I go full “Material Girl” meets glitter-fueled chaos. This wedding? It’s my “Greatest Love of All” moment—loud, dramatic, and a little over the top. Just like you. We met at batting practice. You were hungover, wearing softball pants, and somehow radiating “Careless Whisper” energy. And I thought, “Heaven Is a Place on Earth?” Honestly, no idea why it worked. But it did. Now here we are—me marrying the loudest man alive. You tell stories that require snacks and commercial breaks. You have passionate opinions about power ballads. You are, in fact, a human fog machine. And somehow, I adore you for all of it. We roast each other daily. I say you talk too much, you say I’m dramatic. I roll my eyes, you pretend not to see it. But under all of it is this: I love you. Truly. Deeply. Sarcastically. Like “Sweet Child o’ Mine” meets “You Spin Me Round.” You are my chaos and my calm. My favorite headache. My loudest cheerleader. You make me laugh even when I don’t want to. You’re the Dizzy I never knew I needed. And you’re just lucky softball pants were doing a lot of work that day.