For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Alex, and I have the honor of being Rowan’s brother. I say “honor,” but let’s be real—growing up with Rowan had its moments. If you told me back in the day that I’d be standing here, giving a speech at his wedding, I would’ve laughed and said, “Wait, someone actually agreed to marry him?”
But here we are, and not only did someone agree to marry him, but he somehow managed to convince Ivy, who is way out of his league, let’s be honest. So, first things first, Ivy, welcome to the family! You’ve already earned a medal for putting up with Rowan’s endless commentary during football games, his questionable fashion choices (cargo shorts, anyone?), and his ability to get lost despite having GPS. Truly, you’re a saint.
Growing up, Rowan and I had what you might call a “friendly rivalry.” By that, I mean we fought over everything. Who got the last cookie, who could run faster, who was mom’s favorite—though, spoiler alert, it was obviously me. But through all the teasing, pranks, and occasional wrestling matches, Rowan has always been someone I could count on. Beneath his love for bad puns and his refusal to ever admit he’s wrong, he’s always been my best friend.
Now, when Rowan first told me about Ivy, I could tell something was different. Usually, when he’d talk about someone, it was all about how they shared his love of Star Wars or how they agreed pineapple absolutely belongs on pizza (it doesn’t, by the way). But with Ivy, it was more. He was actually nervous about making a good impression, which was a first! I knew she was special from that moment, and when I met her, it all made sense.
Ivy, you have this incredible ability to keep Rowan grounded while still letting him be his quirky, lovable self. You bring out the best in him, which, trust me, is no small feat. You’re patient, kind, and have the kind of smile that makes everyone around you feel at ease. And Rowan? Well, you’re lucky she loves you enough to overlook the fact that you think it’s perfectly fine to eat cereal for dinner three nights a week.
Now, I’m supposed to offer some brotherly advice here, but the truth is, you two don’t need it. You’ve already figured out the most important thing—how to laugh together. Life is going to throw all kinds of challenges your way, but as long as you keep laughing—especially when Rowan does that thing where he mixes up the laundry and turns everything pink—you’ll be just fine.
So, before I get too sentimental (because we don’t want that, do we?), let’s raise a glass. To Rowan and Ivy—may your life together be filled with love, laughter, and maybe a little less cereal for dinner.
Cheers!