"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."
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.
