But I Think That You're Wild When You Flash That Fragile Smile

We won’t get to dance with Leslie at the party on June 10 because of a schedule conflict. But I bugged her and nagged her and begged her to tell us what she’s been doing for the last 20 years. I think her husband’s name is Terry:

Here’s a picture of my girls: Olivia (on left) is 4 years old, and Abby is 3 years old. Here’s what’s been going on with me (the short version). After high school, I went to LSU for a few years and then transferred to UNO, where I graduated. I got married in ’96 and lived in Slidell for a while.

We eventually moved to Little Rock, then Baton Rouge, and finally Liberty Lake, Washington (which is just outside of Spokane), where we are now. My husband’s job sent us here (I’m a stay-at-home mom right now). We just moved here about 3 and 1/2 months ago. It’s so different (and a little colder), but so far we really like it.

When I received this picture, I noticed the gleam in Olivia’s eye, so I had to write Leslie again. I suspected that Olivia was capable of the occasional antic, but I’ve also recently learned from Tara (I mean, from her stories of her children) that the most innocent looks can hide a devious mind. Leslie replied and confirmed, “By the way, Abby is the mischievous one. You have no idea!”