Man of Honor
I have loved my younger brother Chris since the day he was born. Hopefully I showed this love when I helped in choosing his name, but if I truly had had my way his name would have been Christopher Robin. I remember the days of him pushing around the kitchen stool in his diaper yelling "Wooden, Wooden..." That was his name for me. To this day, no one in our family has figured it out and Chris has yet to divulge the secret. I am so grateful that my bro will be my side on the most important day of my life so far. He has always been there for me and if not for him, I would have never moved up north to Monterey and it might have been a lot harder to meet the love of my life, Spencer Schultze. Thank you my bro, Chris. I love you so much!
Best Man
I don't think James wanted a little brother. He had a great thing going as the apple of my parents' eyes for three glorious years. Early on, as the story goes, he would beat me up when I would try to take his toys. However, I think as soon as he realized he was gaining a partner in crime we were inseparable like Tom and Jerry. Over the years we've had our ups and downs but have remained best friends through it all. They say you can't choose your family but if I had to do it over I would choose him every time. I am honored that I was able to stand by his side when he married the love of his life, Rachaelle, and am so excited for him to return the honor. Thanks for being you, James, I wouldn't want you any other way!