Luminosity
No longer a newbie, moving up!
I was at a wedding dress store last week, looking for dresses with my FMIL (future mother-in-law) and tried on only one... that she picked out for me and which we both loved ( well, she had a tear in her eye when I walked out in it and I found that I really, really liked this dress)...It's the first dress that I kept on thinking about since.
So, I go back again today to look at it again and try on some others I liked on the website, for comparison sake. The same assistant was helping me try dresses on.
Music was playing in the store. I'm standing in front of mirrors, looking at the third dress that I've tried on.
Suddenly the song comes on. My breath catches and I stop and go "ohhhhh...!" It's the song that I picked out to play at my nana's funeral in 2001. The song where, everytime I hear it on the radio or elsewhere, I know that she is saying "hello".....likewise when I see a sunflower.
It was like, because I was alone and trying on a dress for a huge day in my life....my nana was saying "Hi honey, I'm here with you, sharing this moment...".
It almost made me cry, if it weren't for the fact that I was in such a public place.
Am I being sentimental or do some of you believe in the same signs of communication from loved ones passed on?
So, I go back again today to look at it again and try on some others I liked on the website, for comparison sake. The same assistant was helping me try dresses on.
Music was playing in the store. I'm standing in front of mirrors, looking at the third dress that I've tried on.
Suddenly the song comes on. My breath catches and I stop and go "ohhhhh...!" It's the song that I picked out to play at my nana's funeral in 2001. The song where, everytime I hear it on the radio or elsewhere, I know that she is saying "hello".....likewise when I see a sunflower.
It was like, because I was alone and trying on a dress for a huge day in my life....my nana was saying "Hi honey, I'm here with you, sharing this moment...".
It almost made me cry, if it weren't for the fact that I was in such a public place.
Am I being sentimental or do some of you believe in the same signs of communication from loved ones passed on?