Woohooooo! Having a "magical day"!

Today it is 89 days until we begin our first ever Walt Disney World vacation! That's right...I have managed to accumulate a contingent of 5 weirdos who have never in their lives set foot in the place that every other person in Narth America has been to. Or so it seems.

And today I received an email from our Disney Travel Agent, a wonder named Cindy, stating she had managed to secure ALL the Advance Dining Reservations we requested, exactly WHEN we wanted them! This, people, is apparently as rare as hidden Mickeys! As well, our reservations for both the Bibbity Bobbity Salon, and the Pirate Cruise are also locked in!

We have also been blessed to the heavens by a wonderful lady who had planned on taking her step-grandchildren this year, until her son-in-law requested a divorce and refused to allow the trip. She has gone to ridiculous, but highly appreciated lengths to spoil our girls- whom she has never met- absolutely silly. Passports for Epcot, scrapbooks, jewelry, journals, Disney Dollars, and more. I only "met" this kind lady online, and she has chosen to help make our trip of a lifetime even more memorable, all the while thanking ME for allowing her to do so! Imagine...thanking ME!

I also remembered to go online and do our seat assignments for our flight down....8 more days until I can do the same for the return trip. All is falling into place.

I feel blessed....again.

I am not doing well. There. I said it.

Last Monday I spent the day curled up in my bed sobbing.

Ditto Tuesday. My arms now feel as if I have pulled every muscle in them. But it's b/c they're not around a certain boy. Not because of overwork of any type.

Wednesday and Thursday I managed to keep it together long enough to work.

Friday, Saturday, Sunday. Down and out with a "cycle from Hell", and a feeling that my head was floating somehwere around three feet above my body. Blood loss and fluid loss may be culprits.

Today. Deep betrayal by a friend who should "know me better". Why does sin continue to surprise me?

Today. I watch Angie Smith's, my hero's, video of her short earthly time with her 4th daughter, Audrey Caroline. And the sobs wracked my body again. For both of us.

And yet. As I said to Angie on her blog (http://audreycaroline.blogspot.com). It IS well with my soul.

Thank you, my Father.