Her name is Leslie.

Spontaneous. Funny. Loves to dance. Loves to run and play soccer. Fruit. Squash spaghetti. CP3. Piano. Inter. Wake Forest. PCL. 

Things I don't want to forget:

-The times when we went for long 20 minutes runs to Lakeside.

-The time I went to Wake Forest and visited and I went to an anatomy class

-The times when we went to church, and I either had to steer the steering wheel or hold her make up when she drove

-The times that we played soccer in the backyard

-The time that you were princess at K-1 and I was a camper

-The time that when we made that video of you running into mom's leg after she had surgery

-That time when you had your arm around me as we walked back to our cabins at camp after the cross walk

-The times listening to her play the piano on the back stairs at the old princeton house. 

-The times that we use to double-bike over to the merrell's house

-The time that we played charades in our house, and I sat in her lap as we hid from everyone (it was awesome)

-The time that I taught her how to play "freshman"

-The time that I got to go down to Austin to watch her team play in State

-The time that I got to hear her testimony at Wake Forest

-That time we drove from Winston-Salem all the way to Hot Springs in one day

-The time she taught me what the word "concur and facetious" meant and told me to start using them

-That time dad said, "stop, no go, no stop! Leslie!"

She gave me the word spontaneous and I just ran with it. She is spastic. She is funny. She is a Godly woman. She loves doing things outdoors and is very active. She livens up the room. She loves to dance. You walk away after talking with her, very humbled. She thinks reasonably. She is a thinker. She's my sister. Her name is Leslie.