Wedding Party
Leticia
Maid of Honor
From a weekend visit in Virginia to countless memories made, our friendship blossomed over fun adventures, DC trips, and unforgettable nights out. You welcomed me with open arms, introduced me to amazing people, and showed me the true meaning of friendship. Now, watching you thrive as a loving, funny mom and wife with a beautiful family, I’m reminded how lucky I am to have met you. Here's to the journey from fun weekends to lifelong memories!
Fernanda
Bridesmaid
Who knew Bumble wasn't just for finding dates, but also for discovering lifelong friends? I met Fernanda there, invited her and her husband to my birthday brunch (because why not bring strangers to a celebration, right?) and two years later, they were at my housewarming in Alexandria, VA. Turns out, dating apps are like magic — they helped me find a bestie and the love of my life (thanks, Hinge!). Moral of the story: swipe right, you might find your soulmate... or at least someone who’ll bring you wine to your party and make you question why you didn’t become friends sooner.
Agda
Bridesmaid
From the bustling streets of Philadelphia to the sunny coasts of California through a mutual friend we bonded over our shared love of energy, zodiac signs, and pretending to be profound during deep conversations (while secretly cracking up). You predicted I’d marry my ‘person’ in your notebook, and now here we are, you by my side as my bridesmaid—proving that you’re basically a psychic. Here’s to all the cosmic predictions and laughs we’ve had along the way!
Bruna
Bridesmaid
We met at the playground, both nannies trying to survive the tantrum chaos while secretly plotting our escape. The kids became besties, and so did we—bonding over snack time negotiations and toddler meltdowns. Who knew that what started as a job would turn into a lifelong friendship? Now, our little ‘pretend’ kids are still BFFs, and we’re just over here laughing at how we survived it all. Grateful for you and our never-ending playdate adventures!
Merid
Best Man
Merid and I have often joked we would dress up as Rush Hour for Halloween, except he'd be Jackie Chan and I'd be Chris Tucker. While we never were able to pull that off, we've still had a friendship full of action (running from spewing lava from an Ethiopian volcano) , comedy (perfecting a Bollywood dance routine whilst having a severe case of Delhi Belly) , and Rush Hour quotes ("Man who you think you kidnapped, Chelsea Clinton?!)
Dave
Groomsman
Dave is always down for a bike ride, a A24 film, or a meal in Chinatown. We survived law school together as proud Yankees fans behind enemy lines in Boston—bonded by baseball, caffeine, and shared academic suffering. A night out with Dave is always memorable: his Asian glow hits by drink two, his dance moves by drink three, and by drink four, he’s out out the door to get a delicious post alcohol meal.
Mickey
Groomsman
I knew Mickey and I would be lifelong friends when we spent our 1L summer running amok across the Southwest—terrorizing local poker rooms by day and two stepping and circling the wagons at night. We called it cultural immersion. Others called it “concerning.” 08/08/10: never forget.
Mike
Groomsman
As fellow bastos boys, Mike and I have bonded over the shared traumas of failing Senora McCarthy's spanish class, getting eaten alive by Amazonian mosquitos, and the dumpster fire of a performance by Frank Ocean.