I’m Travis’s little sister. That’s what I’ve always been. We grew up together and we are a lot alike: quiet, low maintenance, go with the flow but, by God we stand up for what’s important.

I knew Becky was the one for Travis from the first time I met her. They are complete opposite sometimes but still fit perfectly together.

Early on, we went on the first of many fishing trips together to the Texas coast. Me and my husband, Travis and Becky. After that trip I knew we were meant to be family.

Flounder giggin at night after getting up early and bay fishing all day…They bickered and bitched but still managed to get out on that boat on time (barely). “Let’s go Rebecca!” Travis would yell.

We had a decent evening filling our tub with flounder. Then, on the way back in, we got stuck, boat beached on a sand bar, in the middle of the night. Tried for hours; to get ourselves out, getting wet, getting tired of pushing and jumping, then just giving up, sitting smoking all the guide’s cigarettes, out of beer and waiting on someone’s friend to come pull us out.

They approach life just like that, with joy and a hopeful heart and lots of hard work. I hope they spend the rest of their lives bickering and fishing.

Registry

In lieu of gifts, Travis and Becky would like help with their Honeymoon fund.