I really wasn’t sure what to put together this week. Â History could be interpreted in an abundance of ways… history/architectural around town, self history, history book? Â I actually have a collection of antique art history books all pre 1940, that I could have sworn I had a really awesome image of…. Â I felt like I had ADD every time I even thought about what to do and I’d be off on 5 different tangents. Â So I decided to do this instead at 12:15am on Wednesday. Â Maybe partially out of desperation and that I haven’t blogged about it yet. =)
This 52 Wednesdays installment will be about my friend Krissi. Â Although now that we are proper adults, most people outside of her Â family hemisphere call her Kristiana which is her real name of course. Â I met Krissi December of 1999. Â It was my first year in college and I worked two jobs. Â One of my jobs involved making tennis court reservations, renting bicycles, and ensuring affleunt young guests stayed afloat in the swimming pool at a luxury resort in Phoenix called The Arizona Biltmore (a place steeped in historical content itself). Â Krissi and I worked together with a group of young, attractive, good kids who got paid to play. Â I’m fairly certain that resort employees in the recreation department had the most fun of anyone. Â We all became friends, but over time Krissi and I became really great friends.
We grew up completely different from each other and although we have different personalities we just compliment the other well in really lovely ways. Â She’s tall and gorgeous, loves fashion, and enjoys the night scene with her husband. Â She’s vivacious, but sweet. Â She also grew up as a fairly spoiled only child, so of course she thinks she’s selfish, but I think she underestimates the enormity of her heart and how much love she offers to those around her. Â She was scared to death to become a mother, but she’s amazing at it, and she’s an intensely hard worker. Â I feel abundantly blessed to call her my friend and though I haven’t lived in Phoenix for nearly 10 years, (and even if it’s been a year since we visited last) it always feels like I saw her just a few weeks ago.
When we were younger, she had a habit of dating self-assured jerks with beautiful faces and lots of muscle definition. Â I remember the first time I met her husband Mike, I knew he was the right man for her. Â He was (still is) amazingly kind, smart, and handsome. Â He was very humble though, and not in an annoying-self-depreciating way. Â I told her that if she messed it up with him, I would never forgive her! Â Luckily, she didn’t. 😉 Â And now I love both of them and their sweet little family.
They came to visit this fall during our indian summer and a few hours before they flew home we threw together a photo session, complete with a fussy child. Â So these photos aren’t from this week, but work in the context of the theme. Â Happy Wednesday everyone!
Next in our circle is Laurie Schultz from Cincinatti, Ohio. Â You can find her post on history here: