Maid of Honor
We met so haphazardly as any (2) people can meet. Ronda was our neighbor and volunteered to help my mother pack up and move back in 2012. I was very appreciative of the help, and made sure to show my gratitude (of the course by cooking, the main way I show my gratitude) and the rest is history! Little did poor Ronda know was that move would not be her last move she helped me or my mother with. She would never have to work again if she was given a dime for every move. ;) She is the one I call when I'm in need of help because she has always been there for me; no matter what.
Bridesman
I was a stranger in a strange new school and thought my first day was almost over and I could return to my safe confines of my home; I only needed to endure one more class: Chemistry. As I walked towards my seat I felt all the eyes upon me: the stranger. I sit down reminding myself I'm almost done, and the guy right in front of me, looking like everyone else I encountered that day turns around and looks me dead in the eyes and I hold my breath. In a very soft spoken whisper, Ron asks me, "Would you like to copy my notes?" I quickly learned that even though he might have looked liked everyone else he was nothing like anyone I have ever met. Ron is one of a kind and no matter the distance between us or the amount of time that has past, he will always be my brother from another mother.
Best Man
When I reminisce on my youth, whether it be fishing with my grandparents, riding motorcycles, or working on cars, more often than not Sean was right there with me. He is my eldest cousin, but he chose to be my big brother. He has always been there when I needed help and even during the times that we disagreed he has always had my back. We grew up together, through good times and bad, and when a cool sunny weekend comes around and I find myself out on a lake fishing, more often than not, Sean is right there with me. There is no other person I would rather have as my best man than my big brother, Sean May.
Groomsman
I met Weldon when he hired me as a PRN painter at the hospital. Little did I know that that temporary job would become my career and change the course of my life. At first Weldon was my boss, but it wasn’t long before he had become a teacher, a mentor, and an adopted father. Whether we were laying flooring, hanging drywall or pulling wire he always took the time to not just show me what to do, but to teach me about the various trades we found ourselves doing. He taught me a set of skills that have opened many doors for me and for that I will always be thankful.
Mother of the Bride
Mother of the Groom