I did it. I spent the weekend with my family. I relaxed. I had fun. I laughed. I watched a BYU basketball game with my husband, daddy and brothers. I felt like myself again. I remembered how it felt to be myself again. I remembered how it felt to be happy again and to be valued. I spent time with my sweet baby Palin, playing playdoh and monster and being her personal horsey. I ate scones in the middle of the night at a disgusting little diner and listened to Van Morrison from a jukebox. I remembered why I love my job again. I remembered what it feels like to be completely inspired by a song, a place or an event. I went to the temple and remembered who I was again. I am a daughter of God, and He does love me. He does have a master plan for me. I spent time with my mom and my sisters in law and remembered how lucky I am to have a family that loves me. I spent a lot of time with my husband. I remembered (like I try to every day) how much I love him, what a good man he is and how lucky I am to have a husband who loves me and takes care of me. I love remembering. It was the best thing I could have done. I needed it more than I knew. I needed to feel like myself and like I am valued and appreciated and not all the things that I have been told that I am recently. So, again, "faith in God is having faith in His timing." I just have to REMEMBER that.