This is a story of a nine year old girl, the death of her mother and her Sunday school teacher.

I was raised in a tiny village of 200 in the Midwest.

I went to a two room grade school.

Someone decided to put on what was called a “Tom Thumb Wedding,” which was a mock wedding and all eight grades were involved.

Well, when you are a nine year old girl – this is thrilling.

I got to wear a long beautiful dress, new shoes and had my hair done.

A lady down the street made our dresses.

I did not realize at the time what a job she had taken on.

This was 1947; she had an old treadle sewing machine.

When the day came to put this on, a photographer came to take a picture of us all together.

That picture was put in our family album and I loved it.

Little did I know that my mother would die in 1959 and I was the one that had to clean out her apartment.

I kept all the family albums and scrapbooks, but for some unknown reason, the album with the wedding picture was not there.

To this day I do not know where it went or who had it.

All my life I have wanted that picture.

It never left that little part of my brain that wondered about it.

This takes me to 47 years later.

On my birthday, I got a card from my old Sunday school teacher.

I couldn’t believe it after all this time, so I contacted her.

She’s now close to 90 years old.

She was so sweet and remembered so much about me and said I was still on her birthday card list.

I visited a few times; I just enjoyed her so much.

Then out of the blue, she asked if I remember the wedding, because she had the picture.

Two weeks later in the mail, I got the picture I have always wanted and she took the time to write the date and all of our names in order on the back.

I was so in awe as I opened it, I had to sit down.

I immediately bought a gorgeous frame and it has a special place in my home.

I’ll bet my Mom is smiling up in heaven.

I just have a feeling she had something to do with this.

What do you think?