God makes beauty from ashes

I get scared to admit "I'm okay" because I'm convinced 'fate' is a person who overhears me and says "Oh you are, are you?" and decides to ensure I'm NOT okay by throwing difficult trials at me or hitting me up with some horrible tragedy. But yesterday...I was okay. I didn't go to Church which I feel really bad about...but instead I slept in - for hours and hours - wrapped up in Alun's arms. I loved it. I loved feeling Alun's soft breath on my cheek and smiled hearing his soft snores. Everything Alun does is so beautiful, God bless him. When I snore, I sound like a freight train. A horrible one. Haha. I think I drool, too. Alun went off to work and I caught the bus to the Galleria and strolled . It was so nice. I was surrounded by people - but didn't have to interact with anyone. Bliss. I felt happy just browsing in stores and "imaginary shopping" in my head. Oh the clothes I bought. The new fancy bed and HUUUUG...

Do you ever have something so lovely and so wonderful happen that for days and days you think about it and just say "wow" to yourself? I'm like that at the moment with this last visit with Alun's parents. The entire week has been a blessing. We've not argued or fought and everyone's been on their best behaviour. It has been a peaceful week and I couldn't be more thankful. Thank you, Father God. It's been 7 days of everyone being kind, forgiving, appreciative and joyful. I have appreciated Mr and Mrs Thomases efforts and have responded by being more and more relaxed and more and more myself. It has been...wonderful . We've laughed together, joked, enjoyed each other's company and had a really great week. On the 2nd day they were here, Alun and I had afternoon tea with the Thomases. We stayed on for drinks at the Pub that is right next to their hotel (Can I say how much I love that they're staying in a hotel this time???) and as eve...