I told her story. And I told mine.
We laughed. And we cried.
(Sometimes all at once.)
We closed our eyes, breathed deep, and remembered.
We said things we’d been thinking and did things we didn’t think we’d do.
We celebrated today, yesterday; dreamed of tomorrow;
and found grace in small things.
We listened and we learned.
We simply lived.
*Post title by Carter.
