I met my father on the day I was born, February 4, 1983.  Almost 30 years ago. And though I may have been a pain in his neck and wallet for these 30 years... My Dad has stood beside me and always had my back no matter what. Even through my MANY mistakes and idiotic decisions, he has loved me and taken care of me. And for that, there is no man alive more deserving of standing by my side at my wedding.

There is no person in the world that I look up to more and hope and pray to someday be like. Not in all ways... but in the ways that count in being a father, an understanding friend, a welcome home EVERY TIME, and caring in his ways for myself and my family. And not to mention... being absolutely awesome on the guitar!

Madison is getting one heck of a Grandpa!

Not to be slighted in any way shape or form by standing next to Dad, my big brother is still and always will be my best friend and my best man! From bikes (bike wrecks in his case), every sport you can think of, tree houses, fires, and playing in the woods as kids... to now as adults with kids of our own, work, family and the everyday struggles of life in the fast lane... I still come to you with my toughest questions. Your opinion is still #1 in my book. If my big brother doesn't know, then nobody knows. I've never looked forward more to our lives together with our families. You have always been there for me and I will always be there for you.

Money can't buy you love, but it can buy you a dog!  If this little old guy could talk... I would NEVER let any of you speak to him.  He's seen way too much.  Like the bumper sticker says... I hope to one day be the man my dog thinks I am!