Liz & Family

My freshmen year in college I lived in the dorms.  And, as much as I enjoyed living in a 12x12 cinderblock room with (thankfully!) a wonderful roommate, by the time spring rolled around we were quick to find a new place to call home.  My dorm roommate and I had found a cute place northwest of town for $188 per person.  We were ecstatic!  But we needed to find three more roommates to keep costs down.  Megan, the girl across the hall (and also the owner of the lovely Little Yellow Leaf, I might add) had a friend from her design classes who was also looking for a place to rent.

I will never forget the day I met Liz.  As we walked from our dorms to the parking lot together, I remember being in complete awe of her heels.  I think there was still snow and ice on the ground, but it didn't phase her.  All 4'11" of her strode across the asphalt on three inch heels with ease.  Obviously, I was quite impressed.

Little did I know how much of an impact Liz would have on my life.  We remained roommates throughout college.  She taught me the difference between stilettos and kitten heels (yes, I am from small-town Kansas... it's not my fault).  She established my enjoyment of coffee by making caffeine concoctions of brewed coffee, hot cocoa, and milk.  After work we would go for a run around the trails by our house, followed by sneaking into the neighborhood apartment pool, floating on cheap rafts and pondering life as we tanned into oblivion.  She also helped me through one of the worst summers of my entire life. 

Yep, she's pretty awesome.  And I was  thrilled when she asked me to photograph her family at their home during the week of Thanksgiving.  Their family is hilarious, and her mom is such a sweetheart.  Plus, check out that backyard. How wonderful to have a little oasis within the city!

It was a gift to meet you back in the good ol' days, Liz.  You and your heels have been such a beautiful blessing!