My son, Jack, has a diverse set of friends – school mates, work colleagues, and tradie friends of friends.
Leticia wrote Jack an adorable note, which I have had to keep under my hat until the official announcement at their engagement party.
"Jack,
Out of all my friends, you’re the one who somehow ends up in all my best-ish moments. Every time I think of a great moment, there you are, usually laughing at me or encouraging my bad decision.
You’ve always been the friend who jumps along with the ride, and honestly, I don’t know what I would do without you. That’s why I need you more than ever now to keep me sane, on the biggest day of my life.
I’ve also got you a Zaraffa’s card so you can fuel up on caffeine, because, trust me, you’re going to need it when planning this wedding.
So….will you be my Man of Honour and officially take on the role of therapist, hype man, and emergency dress fixer?
Lots of love, Teesh."
Jack, a plumber, is possibly the last person you would ask to assist with the repair of white fragile fabrics, however, he always has a stash of silicone handy for emergencies. And with a mum in the wedding industry, he can pretty much speed dial any wedding professional that's needed - so maybe the choice for Man of Honour was not as left-field as you’d think.
Leticia presented Jack with a special Man of Honour box, with a personalised shot glass, cologne, and sox all for the big day.
Isn't that the sweetest thing?