To Make Amy Laugh

Hey Amy!  I know you saw all of this, but I’m writing you about it anyway and yes I’m posting it on the blog.  I know you love this kind of acknowledgement…me letting the world (or my world at least) know how much you mean to me.  So before I get to any of the mushy emotional stuff…which will be coming, I wanted to tell you this funny story.

Tuesday we were at your house and Tim gave us your box of pictures to go through.  He emphasized that we could take some of them to use on the posters but since they were very special to you he wanted them ALL back.  As we went through the box we found so many of our pictures from college.  The funniest thing was that it was quite difficult for us to find pictures of me that didn’t have either a beer, a cigarette, or both in them.  It got to the point that we all laughed when we came across yet another shot of me.  So Wednesday night after the funeral we were at your mom and dad’s house.  I was down by the garage and had just opened my first beer.  Tim came around the corner and saw me.  He ran down the driveway yelling “Brad, Brad get her a cigarette and grab the camera!”  So for old time’s sake we took one more “party shot” of me.  I know if you’d been there (well in body that is) you would have been laughing so, so, so hard.

Thank you for letting me feel your presence this week.  When I was making the picture board there was this great shot of you, me and you know who.  I thought for a second about putting it up and then I felt you say “Don’t you dare put that up there, Les.”   YOU did look gorgeous in that picture though, that’s the only reason I considered it.  I also found some pics of you and Keith.  I thought about sneaking off with them. .. didn’t want Tim to feel sad when he looked at them.  But then I realized that all of the frogs you kissed before you met him were a part of you and he wants to know and hold onto to all of it.

I am thinking about you constantly, but you know that.  I am looking for signs and seeing/feeling them.  Just wish I could hear you laugh.  Maybe next week I’ll tell the shower curtain story one more time for you!

Happy Halloween BTW and for their very first one Gavin and Brantley are going as miniature wrinkly little old men…

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4 thoughts on “To Make Amy Laugh

  1. heather October 31, 2009 / 8:11 am

    Uh, Leslee, We told that shower curtain story before you arrived from Tallahassee- that is a GREAT one. Very nice post. We are all smiling.

  2. Candie Stephens Goodwin October 31, 2009 / 11:51 am

    Hi Leslee,

    Amy has told me a billion times about your blog and that I need to read it and I am finally getting around to it and am sitting here supposed to be paying the bills I have ignored for the past two weeks but I can’t stop reading. You are gifted, just like Amy told me. And yes, the first blog I went to after To Make Amy Laugh, was The Pretty Pussy…..I’ll admit it. 🙂 I don’t think I know the shower curtain story so I’ll stay tuned. Love you.

    • lesleehorner October 31, 2009 / 2:24 pm

      Thank you so much for reading Candie! If you notice I went ahead and added an Amy category to the blog as I know I will be writing about her often. I am so grateful for the past year and how close she and I had gotten once again.

  3. Kasey November 1, 2009 / 7:34 pm

    Hey Leslee – loved this…especially the visual of you and all the photos with the beer/cigarettes! Makes me think of the night we were at Wild Wing trying to find you a cigarette…or was that Steph? Anyhoo – this was beautiful and I know that Amy will enjoy your “Amy” posts…thank you for allowing the rest of us to take a peek into your beautiful friendship. Love you – k

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