I'm a total worrier. It's one of the few bad traits I inherited from my dad's side (notice I didn't say my dad!). I mostly worry about the people I love dying, finding my true calling in this life, and having the support system I need to make it though anything thrown my way.
But something strange happened this weekend. I woke up Saturday morning to this (below)... a rush of absolute contentment came over me, and I just knew it would all be OK.
No comments:
Post a Comment