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Amy Kerr's avatar

As I kept reading, all I could think was, ā€œThis kind of life feels so familiar. But it’s not one I feel anymore.ā€

From the moment I wake up, I feel like I hit a springboard and launch into my day. There is so much I have to remember, so much I have to do. Taking the time to look—really look—at a sunset, or have a conversation with someone I don’t know very well (and even people I *do*) beyond a cursory ā€œHow are you?ā€ is just something I don’t take time to do anymore.

Is it my season of life? Will this get easier when I’m not in the thick of everything in my late-30s?

Or—*gulp*—do I have to make time for this kind of slow, intentional life of connection?

I suspect it’s both, but more of the latter.

It’s simultaneously frustrating, because I think, ā€œWhere am I going to find that kind of time?ā€ But also . . . What kind of life will I be living if I don’t?

Melissa Goodwin's avatar

It has been ages since I stayed up late to finish a book and found myself laughing and crying - so thank you.

I knew this book was for me at the Thanksgiving scene. How many times I’ve been in uncomfortable situations with ungrateful people and I wish I could handle them with Theo’s grace.

As I read the end of the book I found myself thinking what a joy it would be to meet Kendrick. Someone so unseen who finds his gift, is a blessing to his mom/daughter/workplace, and finally shares his voice with the town (and ends up with a bigger circle.

I loved the theme of friendship that ran throughout this book and that Theo created and fostered.

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