Maid of Honor
Ansley and I have been best friends since we were 5 years old. Mount Pisgah Christian School brought us together the summer before kindergarten, and we have been a big part of each other's lives ever since. We share a love for soccer, chik-fil-A, basketball, growing our faith, college sports, board games and laughter. Always small in stature, but mighty together, we two are like sisters, and I wouldn't change a thing about that. There's a chance we can read each other's minds, too.
Bridesmaid
Kendall came into my life when we joined the 7-year-old Concorde Fire club soccer team. The Keebaughs soon became like my second parents, as our two families spent years, countless hours, and thousands of miles traveling the country together with our soccer team. We both love the lake and the beach, and one summer we even took in the Women's World Cup in Canada when the USA won. And you should see us run through an airport to catch a flight. It's really a sight to behold.
Bridesmaid
There is an old saying "you can't make old friends", but Ryann and I would absolutely strongly disagree. We were lucky enough to meet later in life, and our immediate connection felt like we'd known each other forever. Ryann is the cool west coast friend who adores the color yellow, has a smile that lights up every room, and a brain that never ceases to amaze me. She and I have the knack for challenging each other to be our very best and to seize all that life has to offer. You'll likely hear our laughter all night long at the wedding because we are serious about joy. I couldn't be more excited to introduce Ryann to all my lifelong people, and all my lifelong people to Ryann.
Bridesmaid
Ashely and I are cousins (our mothers are sisters), and we two share a deep love of athletic competition. Some of our fondest memories together are on the sand volleyball court at Lake Oconee each Thanksgiving for the annual Geier family volleyball match. We definitely aren't afraid to get dirty if it means scoring a point or ten for our respective teams. We were often separated so we couldn't completely dominate, even against the guys. Ashley is the calm constant to my energetic silly. We completely complement one another, and I am honored to have my sweet cousin stand at my side and pray over my marriage. Ashley is my prayer warrior, and I don't take it for granted.
Bridesmaid
Georgia is my songbird cousin (and sister to Ashely) from Knoxville, Tennessee. Count yourself lucky if you get to hear her sing one day. She will take your breath away. My first girl cousin, I was a very happy pre-schooler to finally have a female family member to play with. Ever since then, we two have shared giggles, inside jokes, warm encouragements, secrets and many family vacations together. We also share an extreme love of tiny babies and the Tennessee Volunteers.
Bridesmaid
Katelyn and I met in middle school and have been friends ever since. Some of our fondest memories are traipsing up and down the Chattahoochee River for hours searching for any kind of treasure and coming in covered in Georgia red clay. We weathered all the awkward middle school years together and championed one another through high school. And we survived! Loyal would be the word that best describes our friendship. It's priceless.
Best Man
While many siblings often find themselves in a tug-of-war of annoyance and rivalry during their younger years, the story of John and me is quite different. Growing up, we gravitated towards each other's company, so much so that, more often than not, we'd choose a night in together over an outing with friends. Our bond was deeper than just shared last names or living under the same roof. In John, I found an unwavering confidant. Whether it was conspiring to cover up a mutual mischief or unwinding with heartfelt conversations about our challenging days, we stood together, thick as thieves. Of course, our relationship had its quirks. I recall our days playing football, and the countless times we'd dash home because John, predictably, had forgotten some piece of equipment. These moments, though frustrating at the time, only add color to the rich tapestry of our shared history. John is more than a brother; he's a testament to the unbreakable bond that siblings can share. I cherish him deeply, and know that come what may, he will always stand by my side.
Groomsman
Throughout high school, Flint and I didn’t interact much, but the summer of my 8th-grade year remains etched in my memory. That entire summer, we 8th graders were given the unique opportunity to practice with the varsity team. Here I was, a 160-pound eager 8th grader, stepping onto the field with the seasoned titans of our school's football world. One of those titans was Flint Geier. Where many varsity players saw these sessions as a chance to flaunt their prowess, Flint’s approach was different. It's a detail he might not remember, but whenever I was up against him, he never just tried to outmuscle me. Instead, he became a mentor in those moments, offering guidance, refining my technique, and allowing me to find my footing among the heavyweights. To some, this might have seemed a minor detail, but to me, it was a testament to Flint’s character: strong yet supportive, fierce yet nurturing. That summer, Flint became more than just another varsity player; he became a figure of admiration. It’s an honor to call such a man my groomsman.
Groomsman
Our interactions during high school were intermittent, yet memorable, mainly thanks to our shared battleground: the football field. As linemen, Jack and I often found ourselves shoulder to shoulder. One thing that consistently stood out about Jack was his infectious spirit. Be it a well-timed joke, a spontaneous grin, or his knack for cheekily riling up an opponent, Jack was an undeniable force of energy. It was never dull with him around; his playful antics often lightened the mood and added that dash of humor which made even the most grueling practices bearable. Now, as adults, the essence of Jack remains unchanged. He's still the guy who effortlessly brings laughter into a room. And while he occasionally delights in playfully pushing someone's buttons, it's always in good jest, making it impossible to resist chuckling along. It's this blend of humor and charm that makes Jack not just a treasured future brother-in-law, but also a groomsman I'm proud to stand beside.
Groomsman
Throughout the hallways of our middle and high school, if you spotted either Getchell or me, you could be certain the other wasn’t far behind. Our camaraderie was unmistakable - whether it was our constant in-class jesting, our friendly banter with teachers, or just our natural tendency to create a ruckus wherever we went. We truly were two peas in a pod, always up to some mischief and laughing through every moment. Our bond wasn’t limited to the classroom; it extended to the football field, where we stood side by side on the line, guarding and supporting each other. The gridiron brought out even more jokes and strengthened our bond further. Today, we’ve traded school lockers for shared living spaces. As roommates, the dynamics haven't changed much; we're still making the most of every moment together. While life has presented its own set of challenges and growth, our bond remains unshaken. To many, he's Getchell, but to me, he's not just a friend; he's a brother in every sense of the word.
Groomsman
It all began in the bustling hallways of Reese Hall. Although we weren't paired as roommates from the start, Tanner might as well have been, considering how often he found himself in my room during our first semester. That constant interaction laid the foundation for a bond so strong that it eventually led him to transfer rooms, officially marking the start of our roommate journey. Despite his initial reservations in social settings, with me, Tanner clicked almost instantly. Our days were filled with endless hangouts, laughter, and camaraderie. For the next two years, we shared more than just living quarters. We shared life moments, from me being his cheerleader as he worked on perfecting his dance moves to chuckling over his animated tales about the cute girl who was "definitely" smitten by him in class. It's a bond that's hard to put into words, a level of trust and understanding that transcends the ordinary. Tanner holds a special place in my heart, and having him stand by my side as a groomsman is an honor I truly cherish.
Groomsman
Our journey began freshman year of college. Initially, we weren’t exactly two peas in a pod, but as the academic year concluded, a bond started to grow between us. By the time sophomore year rolled around, we were roommates and our connection strengthened daily. Central to our friendship was our shared dedication to the gym. It wasn’t just about building muscle or setting personal records. In fact, some of my most cherished memories are from our countless hours at the gym, laughing hysterically as we took turns on rather ridiculous lifts. In particular, the neck machine and the hand fly machine saw more than their fair share of our comedic attempts. Those moments of shared humor and camaraderie truly embodied our friendship. Nights out at the hill in Knoxville became the stuff of legends, filled with tales and unforgettable memories. JT was more than just a roommate; he was a beacon of guidance and unwavering support, always there with sound advice or a willing ear. As we navigated college together, he didn't just become a trusted friend, but truly a brother.