all is well...

I had the most horrible restless sleep last night.

I have been a mess the whole last week.:o)

I woke up this morning wondering what was going to happen and if I was going to make it though.

(ever happen to anyone else?)

While I was laying in bed, it was still dark outside, I had this memory flood back into my mind:

It was the night before my wedding.

I had just returned from the errand of picking up my wedding dress from the dry cleaners...only to find that my dress had been ruined.

 

I had made the pattern, designed, and sewn the dress completely by myself.

I was devastated.

(These are my Grandparents.
As I type this they are on a LDS Church Mission in New Zealand.  

They are incredible people.)

After I had returned from the dry cleaners, I was sitting on the piano bench at my Aunt's house crying to myself.  
(I was a mess then too :o))
Wondering how everything was going to work out and how I was going to make it through.

My wedding was hours away and I had no dress.

My Grandpa walked over to me, gave me a kiss on my forehead, and walked away without saying a word.

I felt from him that all was well...and that everything would be OK.

I will never forget it.

I am so grateful I was reminded of this story on this morning.

Everything will be OK and that this too shall pass...I just know it will.

Thanks Grandpa for helping me remember.

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