Long before Andrew and I became engaged and married, I lived with someone else entirely different. Someone much more style-conscious, booty-shaking, cat-loving, and Halloween costume-wearing than my current roommate could ever dream of being. That someone was the fabulous Jill Hrivnak. Jill and I met the very first day of my ill-fated law school career, and we were attached at the hip very soon thereafter. We lived together about 4+ years and got to know pretty much every thing about each other in that time, simultaneously crying and laughing our asses off in the process!
Jill was a bridesmaid in our wedding several years ago and come this December 12th, it will be my turn to repay the favor. :) I met up with Jill for lunch almost two years to tell her that I was pregnant, and she had some important news for me, too. She'd met someone -- Jeff was sweet, smart, hilarious, etc. and oh, did she mention he was shorter than her (one of her long-standing relationship deal breakers)? Without missing a beat, I informed Jill that I had
never heard her speak about a boy that way before and that I absolutely knew she was going to marry this man. And here we are...
We made our way down to New Orleans in the sweltering August heat to celebrate the happy couple with a fun shower at Margaritaville in the French Quarter. Jeff is a super fun guy to be around and he worships the ground Jill walks on -- always a bonus! I'm completely honored to be a part of such a happy time in their lives.
The future Mr. & Mrs. Jeffrey Waltz
Interpretation of the invitation's request for "tropical chic" attire by the Rezniks
Searching for my lost shaker of salt (You can't really tell in the picture, but I did have my hair straightened for the occasion)
Amy & Jessi test out the whole "Life is just a tire swing" Buffett philosophy
Other than saying "no!", throwing sippy cups onto the floor, fighting with me to stand up in the bathtub, and constantly taking the bows/barrettes out of her crazy hair (see evidence above), Lucy's absolute favorite new thing to do is to slowly and methodically extract every single last tissue from the Kleenex box. I've tried to place them strategically out of reach, but I swear she can sniff them out somehow! And when you come in and bust her in the act, she'll laugh and spread them all around like she's cleaning the floor.
