Who I am...

So last night I had a terrible dream! I dreamt that because my sister was married now (and thus no longer a Zimmerman) that we all had to change our last names. It was awful. We had to have some strange, short last name that started with a Y. I don't remember. But it was terrible. I realized that without being a Zimmerman, I wouldn't know who I am. It was interesting to realize that no matter what I struggle with, no matter where I go, I know who I am. I have earthly and heavenly parents who love me and want me to be successful. I know where I stand. Even when, someday (ha) my last name will change (unless I make my husband take my name) I will still know who I am. Isn't that amazing!