Time Heals...

I visited my former church on Sunday. My parents still go there and we decided to show up on Easter Sunday to surprise my mom (dad ruined it though -- 10 minutes before we got there -- that's okay, she was still happy). Anyway, we had a great time -- it was the first time that I visited without feeling torn up on the inside. Time really does heal many wounds...not all but many. I think that's a life lesson you can only learn through growing older.