After meeting briefly at our first duty station, Joey and I became bonded by a mutual interest in barefoot running and love of dining facility Ugali on a base in the middle of an Afghan desert. Since then, we've lived with each other in two different states and spent more time than I could've hoped for and less than I would've liked together. Perhaps the greatest gift Joey ever game me was introducing me to Dobby, our clearance puppy and full time freeloader. Thank you for everything. I'm proud to call you my Best Man.

Those who know me know that I'm more accustomed to saying "we" than "I", and that's because I was blessed to have been born with a lifelong best friend. Jack's been there for me during every important event in my life, up to and including my proposal to Annabelle (thanks for bringing the ring!). Not a day goes by where I don't find an excuse to give him a call to talk about whatever's on my mind, and I hope one never does.

Dyl's my big brother, but more importantly, he's my big shmid. I've always looked up to him, literally (couldn't help myself), and he's never let me down. He's had the unique privilege of living with Annabelle (almost) as long as me, and has been a constant source of support in our lives throughout our relationship. There's no one else I'd rather have officiate our wedding.

The first time I remember seeing Josh was in 7th grade when his hair passed his shoulders and we bet him he couldn't jump over this metal trashcan during cross country practice. He couldn't. Despite that shortcoming, Josh became my closest friend throughout highschool. Bonded (alongside Jack) by being the only ones in our age group who liked country music and lacked drivers licenses, we rode the public bus together many a time to Fat Sal's or Fritto Misto as part of our wild senior year experiences. Despite bouncing around the country and missing the majority of each other's college/military experiences, we've stayed best friends to this day.

The first time I met Tony, I was rushing back from my summer off to start my sophomore year at West Point, and as fate would have it Tony and I were paired together as roommates. I unknowingly abused his kindness by instantly taking the nicer bunk he had left open so we could decide together who would get it. Despite this, Tony was the best roommate and friend I could've ever asked for those last three years at school. I can't remember a night where Tony and I didn't say up entirely too late joking with each other. He's the kind of guy you can't have a conversation with without laughing. I was lucky enough to live with him during our first year in the Army, and it was only after that I realized how much I took being together for granted. Tony, you're a brother to me. Thank you for everything.

I think I met Scott my junior year of college on a beach in San Pedro, Texas, but I'm not really sure. What I am sure of though is that Scott and I became close during our initial training in the military, and since then I've always considered him one of my best friends (despite month-long breaks in communication). In fact, Scott can say he's the first person I ever talked to about Annabelle, and without his advice I'm not sure I would have secured a first date. Thank you for everything Scott.

I remember the first time Jack and I ever made the drive up to Nathen's old house at the top of Mandeville Canyon to have a sleepover. I can't tell you what we watched, but I remember pouring Mike and Ike Zours into our popcorn and trying to fish them out of the bottom of the bowl because they're just entirely too small and dense to be evenly distributed with popcorn. Nathen's home was my second home during my childhood, and his mom and dad are like second parents to me. A lifelong dog-lover, I used to love spending time at his house to play with his three dogs during the countless sleepovers we had with each other throughout the years. I'm proud to call Nathen my oldest friend.