"I felt the tug on my sleeve and looked down to find him standing motionless. His mouth was moving but I couldn’t make out his words. His quiet body in the noisy room caught me off guard. I bent down to find his voice."
"Tears-pouring-down-my-face, couldn't-talk-couldn't-breathe kind of laughing. Screaming laughing. So hard that I was sobbing because I couldn't get it together."
"I don’t know who this lady is... she waved at him and he made his way up to her. I thought their interaction would be the same as last time but I was wrong. "
Catholic wife living her best Catholic life. Bérénice (or Berry) is a French lady fond of baking, painting, and writing. After teaching for years in France, she decided to leave everything behind to live with her British husband Chris in the UK. So far so good, she's only complaining about the sun. The wine…And the food.
