hal.le.lu.jah.

He is risen. And the bridesmaid dresses are perfect. My faith in our seamstress has been resurrected. Only 2 of the 5 are done [6 counting the flower girl...] but we are showing some light at the end of the tomb. With that stone rolled away maybe I can breathe a little. She kept saying not to be afraid, that she would keep her promise but it seems like we've waited forever. I can't tell you how relieved I am. Gotta run and tell John. And Shawna...she's had her doubts too...