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Our Team

They’ve waited a long time, without a lot of details. Here’s our wedding team-those who would bail us out of jail if things go south.

 

Team John

Mike Jozwik
Co-Best Man

Mike Jozwik is the Ben Affleck to my Matt Damon, the Pistachio to my Baboo, the Trevor to my...Trevor. Now, to be honest, there have been several times throughout our 25 years of friendship when Joz has said something so shocking, so outrageous, and so offensive to make me ask, “Is this man really my best friend?” That said, there have also been many times when Joz has said or done something so hilarious, so outrageous, and/or so thoughtful to make me appreciate that yes, this is really is my best friend. But that is the magic of Mike Jozwik.

Mike Jozwik is someone you will never forget once you meet him. And he and I have enjoyed so many memorable moments together since I walked into Suite 4E. It is rare to find a true friend, but it is rarer still to find someone with whom you can say you have watched a World Series walk-off, performed in front of Harold Ramis, and climbed Huayna Picchu, but so it has been with Mike Jozwik and me. 

Mike Jozwik has encouraged me to make some of the best decisions I have ever made in my life, whether it was to sign up for that Second City class, to move to Logan Square, or to break up with those “meaner” girlfriends. He is creative, hilarious, and undeniably his own person.  

Thank you, Mike, for making the last 25 years of my life an absolute joy. Since I met you, my life has been more ridiculous, more adventurous, and a whole hell of a lot funnier.

When I think about what my life would’ve been if I hadn’t met Joz, I shudder. I love Mike's sisters, I love his parents (all 4 of them), and I adore his kids. And I have been in quiet awe of his wife since the moment I walked into Suite 4E.

Mike and Jenny’s 25-year (!) relationship has been a big influence on this jaded child of divorce. It has taught me the magic that can result when you meet your “one,” and I strive to work as hard on my marriage as you two have. I hope Rachel and I can have an equally successful and fabulous partnership as you two have had, perhaps just a little less gassy.
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Amy Hennessy
Sister

I remain forever grateful to Amy because she made it so I never had to be alone. She was my first playmate and no matter if we were playing Barbie and Snoopy, or watching the WWF, she was by my side. Amy earned excellent grades at St. Benedict’s so that I could surprise our teachers by doing even better ;) Amy  helped me choose Marian over Marist and then she got her license so I only had to take the bus for one year. Yay Carpool!

Amy let me take the train downtown with her, introduced me to musical theater, and she invited me to hang out with her cool high school friends (even if we had to do that in Roy’s creepy attic). Amy showed me what good music was, she showed me the benefits of small liberal arts colleges, and she has shown me how to make a marriage work. As a disillusioned child of divorce, I will forever be grateful to Amy and Mark for demonstrating how to form a strong partnership and how to make it work. 

Another thing Amy and I share is a smile. Amy showed me how to stand up to bullies who made fun of that smile and then two decades later, she gave me the biggest sources of my smiles in my entire life: Gavin and Fiona. Amy is the best mother I know. Period. She raises children to be curious, thoughtful, and kind. She has also stepped up and taken care of our larger family in addition to her nuclear one. Amy is the ultimate party host and I have always marveled at the way she listens to people, remembers names, and makes sure everyone is taken care of. She is a true caretaker.

When I look back upon all the game nights, Oscar parties, election parties, New Year’s Day parties, March Madness parties, birthday parties and holiday dinners, I feel blessed to have walked into that apartment on Francisco or into that bungalow on Parkside and to have always seen that smile. Her smile. Our smile. I love and appreciate Amy so much and I don’t tell her enough. I am honored to have her standing by my side on my wedding day. I hope she’ll be smiling. (She’s the one with the longer hair).  

P.S. If this wedding actually happens, if we get to celebrate with at least some of the people with whom we wanted to celebrate on September 4th, then it is in big part thanks to the sage advice and COVID predictions that Amy gave us 18 months prior. The girl knows her sh*t!
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Molly Hennessy
Sister

Molly and I were roommates twice: first, from when she was brought home (nameless!) from the hospital until my head full of stitches and I left for college. In John years, I lived with Molly from ages 8 to 18. She was 0 to 10 years old. And then Molly and I were roommates again 12 years later. I remember being slightly nervous about how we might get along after all her time in Arizona and now that we were both adults and well beyond Maple Ave. I was now 30 and she could (legally...finally) drink.

Instead of it being awkward, living again with Molly was absolutely glorious. Best. Time. Ever. Some of the happiest times of my entire life went down in those five years while Molly and I shared that apartment on Oakley. Her meatballs, her cupcakes, my Nacho. We both dipped our toes into the murky waters of online dating, with mixed results. We both brought home dates and they had to “meet the family” way too early. We watched Glee, we dined on Noodles, and we minded a very special pigeon. For two siblings that are pretty far apart in age, we sure as heck are pretty close.

Molly is one of the bravest people I know and she has taught me courage, perseverance, and forgiveness. When I heard she was officially graduating from nursing school, I broke out in tears in the middle of campus at UIC and looked like an insane person.  I cried even more at her graduation. I am honored that she is helping me encourage the next generation of CCC-educated nurses. She makes me so proud to be her big brother, and although she didn’t think I would invite her to my wedding, I am, in fact,honored to have her in my wedding party. And thank you, Molly, for using your witch powers to have me meet Rachel on your birthday, December 19th.
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Mark Stiglitz
Brother-in-law

I never wanted a brother. Never. When my mom was pregnant with Molly, people asked if I wanted a little brother or sister and I surprised everyone by answering, “sister.” I never wavered on this because I wanted to keep my own room. Because my room was neat. It was still the right call. Fast forward 13 years when my other sister brings home a man with an ancient car, a thick Kentucky accent, and a “Liar, Liar” button pinned to his jean jacket. Hawt! We bonded over baseball: Mark was somehow a Cubs fan despite growing up 300 miles south of Wrigley Field and despite the nearby Reds fielding teams with the likes of Hal Morris, Barry Larkin and the spectacled and spectacular Chris Sabo.

Mark and I argued about the Cubs and Sox, went to MLB games together, watched a ton more baseball in our apartments, and manned the outfield for the Slyders softball squad. After he knocked up my sister, Mark and I would argue about whether his son would become a Cubs fan like his father, or a Sox fan like his uncle, grandfather, mom, aunt and myriad intelligent family members on both sides of our family. Gavin definitely had the last laugh on that one.

Mark was held in very special regard by my dad, which was evident by my dad’s relentless teasing of Mark during every round of golf, at every family barbecue and later, in birthday parties for babies named “Gavin” and “Fiona.” My dad loved Mark and so do I. And pretty much every person who has the pleasure of meeting Mark Stiglitz likes him. Don’t get me wrong: Mark does not like meeting people, not at all, but everyone who meets Mark likes him immediately. How could you not?

I have always known that Mark would be my one call. If I were to be arrested and was given one call, I would call Stiglitz. If my car broke down on the highway at 3 AM, I would call Stiglitz. If I needed to fix something in my house, or escape a tight spot with unsavory individuals, or needed some cash, I would call Stiglitz. If I were on a trivia show and had to answer a question about Hitler and the Third Reich, I would call Mark Stiglitz. I am proud to own Louisville gear and to un-ironically cheer for the Cardinals because of him. I was proud to get him a World Series ticket to return the favor 11 years later. I am proud to be the uncle of his two lovely children. I am proud to call Mark my “brother.” Turns out I guess I kinda wanted one all along.  

Mark Wieland
Friend

I met Mark Wieland freshman year of college when I approached him in the cafeteria because...well, because he was tall. My friends and I  needed a tall student to play center on “Afterbirth,” our IM basketball team. Yes, the one that dressed in silk women’s blouses and matching short shorts. Mark agreed, Mark could dunk (kinda), and over time,  Mark became one of my closest friends. 

Our friendship has solidified over the past two decades fueled by a river of stiff drinks and cold beers. Some of my all-time favorite memories have been getting drunk with Mark in Boston, getting drunk with Mark at Rochester Honkers games, getting drunk with Mark in a Belizean jungle, getting drunk with Mark in Asturias, Spain.  Wait a minute...is Dr. Wieland actually a bad influence on me? 

 Doubtful. Dr. Wieland is the smartest man that I know, which is demonstrated by his choice of undergraduate university, his place of medical residency, and his decision to marry one of the kindest, loveliest, most brilliant women on the planet. Of course she is. Afterall, she’s a Nash. 

Gavin Stiglitz
Godson

The largest greeting card I ever received had the biggest news written inside: “PIGLITZ IS COMING!” And those three words changed everything. We were all so excited about the idea of Gavin; we wanted a baby in the family, we so wanted Mark and Amy to become parents, and Gavin obliged. And then I met him, this adorable, chubby baby with blue eyes and a distrust of Dinkel’s smash cakes. And then he grew up and this baby became a child who became a teen, and guess what? He was even better than advertised; he was even better than the idea we had all conjured up in our heads before his arrival. 

Gavin has always been a sweet and smart kid. He loved to read, and he loved to swim. I used to laugh when I watched Gavin at swim meets, reading a too-advanced-for-his-age book while he waited to swim another event. Reading and swimming. Swimming and reading. With impressive linguistic skills and minimal body fat, I used to refer to my nephew as the healthiest human on Earth.

When Rachel and I first got engaged and I was drawing up my groomsmen list, I wondered if I could ask a seventh grade kid to be a groomsman. Would a child feel comfortable standing amongst men? Not just any men, but the titans of masculinity whom I chose as my groomsmen? But now that he is a nearly six-foot-tall high school sophomore who looks like the bully in a John Hughes movie, Gavin is more of a man than a boy.  But I know behind that beautiful, flowing blond hair is the same sweet baby I first held at Prentice.

Gavin is an excellent student, a top-notch son, and exemplary brother to Fiona. I have truly enjoyed getting to work with this new high school-version of Gavin, meeting him on Zoom to work on his español. I cannot wait to see where he journeys next. Oh, the places he will go…

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Gary Poncinie
Friend

I met Gary in 1st grade and I am proud to say that he is still one of the best friends I have ever had. We became close in grade school, hanging out around St. Benedict’s, dining at T&G’s, working fish fries, and playing A LOT of Wiffle Ball. We got older: Gary’s curls tightened, and we grew even closer in high school. This is impressive because we went to different high schools. Gary and I worked together at the Meadows, co-created the Weiner Open, and played A LOT of Super Nintendo. And volleyball. And even more Wiffle Ball.

The Poncini Familia and the Hennessy clan started to intertwine and Gary (and assorted siblings) became a fixture at game nights on Maple, Christmas parties on the northside, and March Madness gatherings on Parkside. Gary and I were in attendance when Mr. McGwire beat Mr. Sosa to #62 and although that record didn’t stand, our friendship did. 

To this day, there is no person with whom I would rather tee up a golf ball, head to a tennis court, or play doubles volleyball. He has always been my last tie to Blue Island and I am glad his friends have become mine and mine have become his. He is an incredibly loyal friend and one of the few Cubs fans whose opinions I respect. Gary is a great man, my oldest friend, and the very first person I asked to stand beside me on my wedding day. He has had a great determination of the man I have become.

Team Rachel

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Rosie Portillo (MoH)
Friend

Rosie and Rachel met because Rosie made it so. After Rosie asked me one-thousand times to hang after Trinity Theater Club, I finally caved and joined Rosie in organizing the costume closet in some dungeon at Trinity Christian College. Since that point, we’ve basically been inseparable. When Rosie moved to St. Louis, we mastered the art of Google Hangouts to stay connected to each other, calling almost every week (and then sometimes every day) to just see each other’s faces and yell about stuff. Rosie is also the person with whom I have made the most epic plans, with absolutely no deadlines or real ideas on how to get there. Parties, web series, podcasts, a roadshow of crafts that not even our own mothers would love. She’s my muse. When I asked her, on October 5th, “hey...what are you doing on Saturday?” she already knew what was brewing in my brain. On October 9 she showed up with balloons and streamers, drinks and bachelorette junk to hurriedly celebrate the impromptu nuptials. On October 10, she stood by my side as John and I exchanged vows. Rosie has been my absolute ride-or-die for longer than one should be held to that role. She has always shown up—or appeared out of nowhere—when I’ve needed her. Distance is nothing to us and our friendship has only grown stronger as we’ve gotten older. I consider her my sister and am so honored to have her stand by my side (twice!) for this wedding, and for all my guests to get to meet this incredible woman.

Rosie: I GOT YOU.
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Nate Dlugopolski
Brother

Nathan Dlugopolski is a long time associate of mine, with our history together spanning over 30 years. Our lives converged during our apprenticeship* at Ambrose farm, where we both learned the value of hard work and humble pay. As my ambition to climb the regional food supply chain mounted, I left to pursue a role at Friedman’s Fresh Market as one of the top front end associates** under the age of 20. Nathan was a frequent client of mine, further propelling my success during my 3 year tenure. Over the next ten or so years, our lives would overlap during the usual networking events surrounding Thanksgiving, Christmas, and sometimes summer outings***. It was when I ran into Nathan in the summer of 2019 (aboard a 3-day cruise for the “Sean Paul: The Temperature of Success” conference****) that I realized that our paths were intrinsically linked. That this was more than a coincidence, or chance. Nathan had become family*****. I’m so glad to welcome this fine gentleman into my wedding party. He’s my commiserator, friend, and personal comedian. His support, love (and truly impressive mastery over the one-cheek-squeak) over the last few years got me to where I am today. I love you, Nate. Thanks for your years of service alongside me.

*Picking vegetables at a roadside farm
** Cashier
*** Family events we were forced to be at
**** Nate’s 30th birthday cruise around Florida
*****Nate is my brother.
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Lauren Dlugopolski
Sister-in-law

I never know how to write about my beautiful sister-in-law. She is literally everything my brother is not: poised, polite, has amazing handwriting and always leaves a room smelling better than she found it. So, really, I have no idea how Nate landed Lauren. The minute I met her—so nervous to finally talk to the woman my brother had swooned about for months— my loyalty to my sibling changed. Lauren is an incredible host, friend, sister and daughter. Her patience matches that of a saint, and yet she can match me in wine drinking. And, she’ll always be awake before you the next day; dressed, ready to go, and eager to explore or get stuff done. I am in awe of her ability to be so cool about everything, and am so happy to have her as part of my family and wedding party. For these reasons and more, I consider myself lucky to have her as a sister. Lauren, I cherish you more than Nate, please never forget this. If he steps out of line, you just let me know. I will be the first to back you up. Nate, are you reading this? Know your place. Kisses!
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Heidi Cramer
Friend

Heidi was there at the very beginning of Chicago Rachel. At Trinity Christian College— not Trinity International— she was assigned to be one of my suitemates. When I tell people that, they think I’m saying she was my “Sweet Mate” which is technically true but also wrong. We were just put together like some sick experiment that yielded pretty surprising results. After a chaotic and awkward first year of college, we clung to each other through a few years afterward (until we had to room with people who kept the same sleep schedules) and remain friends to this day. We’ve been each other’s go-to-phone pal and have had our fair share of adventures that only one of us remembers at any given time. It’s this fun game that we’ve kept up into our 30’s that will definitely keep us from reaching our late 90’s (after which we will definitely switch to hard drugs.) Heidi is the better friend of the two of us, and at this point I’m pretty sure she knows it. She is the one that remembers to call me when it’s been a while, and will send me little cards in the mail (her handwriting is unique, and the spelling? Atrocious. But the love is there!) Without her, I would have never made it through college, through a tumultuous time in my 20’s, and through the pandemic. I love her with all my heart, and I can’t wait to make more memories together that only one of us will remember.
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Jamie Sandberg
Friend

I met Jamie because Heidi basically forced us to meet. It was years of “oh you should really meet my friend Jamie, you would LOVE her!” followed quickly by “Then we can all hang out as friends!” We eventually did meet and I finally understood what all the hype was about when it came to this stellar woman. So, I bet it really chapped Heidi’s ass that Jamie and I became quick friends and started hanging out without her in the city. (I think we’re all cool with it.) Jamie is the kind of friend you need to have in your circle. She will drop whatever she is doing to show up and support you, even if that support looks like meeting in a park, venting loudly about life, and then returning home. I’ve watched this woman loan out her car, show up to three different events in one night, let near-strangers crash on her couch, and host parties with everyone in her apartment building (which is easy for her because she’s friends with everyone). She’s one of the most generous people with her time and patience, but make no mistake: she is a spicy lady who will not take your crap. Jamie will give it to you straight, with the uncanny ability to say the words you, yourself, know you need to hear. She’s a friend that makes you move forward, which is one of the many reasons I want her by my side in this chapter of my life. Love you, Jamie. Looking forward to more secret hangouts in the future!
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Jenny Schuler
Friend

Jenny Schuler is one of the most effortlessly talented, funniest, and ridiculous women I’ve ever met. I knew we were going to be friends when I met her at improv tryouts at a Christian college and she said something inappropriate. I don’t remember what it was she said, but I distinctly remember thinking that if she had the confidence to push the envelope in that humor vacuum, she was someone I wanted to know. Since those days, we have seen some real tough garbage together. We have also buried that garbage with many late nights of drinking, crying, singing, yelling, more crying, additional singing, YouTubing, yelling again, and sharing deepest darkest secrets. They are some of my most treasured memories. Her ability to create and pursue her goals is inspirational, and a little terrifying. It really does seem unfair that one person would be able to create a gorgeous website or sew a quilt as easily as she performs an aria. And she’s a great cook? Get out of here. But Jenny is that unique friend and performer that graciously brings you along for the ride without making it feel like a favor. It’s a gift to know her, and share in her gifts with her. I’m so lucky to have her consider me her friend, and to have her be with me in this next part of my life.

Other VIP

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Steve Fehr
Officiant

Steve H. Fehr was chosen as our officiant today because he is a clear example of Christ’s love on Earth.

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Fiona Stiglitz
Flower Kween

Of all the people on this Earth, the very first person John called after he and Rachel got engaged was Fiona. There was never any hesitation: once the bride role was filled, we needed to know if we had a flower girl. Our flower girl. Our flower kween. Looking back now, that international phone call seems so long ago now, pre-COVID, back when Fiona was a little girl, back when she was actually shorter than the bride. 

We love Fiona Alice to the moon and back. She is naturally funny, she is refreshingly sassy, she is strong, not just for her age, but for any age. She is one of our favorite people we have ever met. I will always be her “huncle,” and Rachel will always be her Uncle Rachel. Now throw those flowers, girl!

Matt Jozwik
Ring Bearer/ Ring Bear?

Matt Jozwik, lover of dinosaurs and a true man of science, is bearing our rings today. Will he dress in a suit, or in a bear costume? You’ll have to come to the wedding to find out.

Grace Jozwik
Flower Girl

Grace Jozwik is a national treasure. Grace appears courtesy of Bretano Elementary School, and we are thrilled to have been able to book her to toss a few flowers down the aisle.