"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."
Carrie is wife of a teacher, mom of 3 girls, and lover of books, coffee, and Michigan’s four seasons. She writes about seeking simplicity and rest in a tired world at carrieroer.com. Connect with her on Facebook or Instagram.
"What would it look like if, over the next two weeks, instead of complaining to your friends about how busy the season is, and sighing with contempt and annoyance, and vowing next year will be different — what if you did this:"
