


Today I thought I would blog about someone dear to my heart, and I hope she will read this! Ever since Amanda and I were 18 months old we were the bestest of friends. We were like peanut butter and jelly or as David would say lamb and tuna fish. Amanda and I ALWAYS could find a way to get in trouble or to find the danger in anything. As time went on and Amanda went to another school our friendship continued to flourish. We would only get to see each other on the weekends, but it didn't matter it was like we were never apart. Either Amanda was at my house or I was at hers.
We learned to drive at the age of 4 when we drove the Fenn's truck across the street, we defied death by riding down the icy hill on the boy's go kart and almost getting hit by a car, Amanda taught me how to drive stick since she didn't have her license yet and we wanted to go see Matt Davis, We jumped the Hoopie everyday going to school, we befriended multiple friends from down the mountain and learned how to drive home super late while keeping each other awake as we drove the 15 miles up our long driveway home. The list could go on forever.
Then as time passed we went our separate ways, and endured a variety of trials. The one thing that we both could count on was that we were only a phone call away. No matter the weeks or months that had passed it seemed like at the very moment we were teenagers hanging out and chatting about what we thought would lie ahead in our futures: who we would marry, the lives we would live, and the dates we would go on.
Amanda we have had the best of times and the worst of times, but I always want you to remember you will always be my best friend no matter the distance that lies between us. Thanks for always being there for me, and helping me to become the person that I am today.
I LOVE YOU!