Good evening everyone. Hope you are all having a great time. I will try to keep this brief as I am eagerly anticipating that part of the night when the best man humiliates the groom.
For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Craig, Rebecca’s oldest brother. The middle child Trent, is seat over there. He is going to love me saying that
When Rebecca first asked me some weeks ago if I would make a speech today my first thought was WHY? But then as I sat down to put pen to paper and goggled wedding speeches last night, I was overwhelmed by strange feelings of happiness and pride for my baby sister and her big day.
I have been sternly warned not to delve into any of her past relationships, her difficult pre- and post-teen attitude and her early problems with Midori. Instead, all I’ll say is that, as I have grown up with her and seen her grow up, she has become a lovely, independent and beautiful woman who is loving, trustworthy and strong.
It would however be remiss of me not to comment on a few memorable moments of her life thus far.
Having two older brothers growing up Rebecca was subjected to a mild amount of tormenting, all mind you done out of love to make her a stronger person. This however abated somewhat during Rebecca’s, lets say developmental years, when she turned into a girl possessed. If you know what a cat does when it is cornered, it was best just to keep your distance. She was truly physco. Good Time Good Times
She did however eventually pop out the other side as Bec, the beautiful woman before us today.
During this time and into her early adulthood she did have some male friends which we would be introduced to from time to time. Most didn’t last long however, which I suspect was either to do with Trent and my lame attempts as the big protective brothers or that Sally Codd had a new boyfriend and Bec thought it was also time for a change.
As some point we started to here the name Matt come into conversation but as I wasn’t living at home anymore, mum kicked me out at 25, it was some time until I had the pleasure of meeting this new young man. By the time I did it was too late. The cheeky bugger was already sitting at my seat at the dinner table. The bloody nerve of the guy!
It appeared he had already won over Mum & Dad but Trent and I where immune to his cheap tricks and transparent charm. You see, we had seen them all before, we had used them ourselves.
Saying Matt has a good appetite would be an understatement. I am pretty good on the tooth myself, but I have never seen someone put away as much food (and BBQ sauce) as Matt. Monday night dinner at Mum and Dad’s would never again see the existence of leftovers. This helped no end in getting into Mum’s good books. If you eat and like mum’s food, your in.
Dad on the other hand was harder to crack. You see with no leftovers, what was he going to take to work for lunch the next day. Matt had is work cut out, or so we thought.
Dad enjoys a beer after work and has the typical...