On top of the "June Madness," I'm still looking for work after having been laid off in mid-December. My lovely wife assures me that "things will work out." Call me crazy, but I trust that she knows what she's talking about. If we end up living under a freeway overpass in a few months, I'll tell her she was wrong. But until then, I'm keeping the faith.
Nothing lasts forever, and this morning's uneasiness was no exception. In fact, by the time I got out of bed I was feeling better and had a big smile on my face and in my heart. Why? Because the fact that it's June 2nd means today marks 23 months of sobriety for my son, who is in long-term recovery from addiction.
Twenty-three months. Exactly 700 days. One month away from two years.
I am so grateful today that I feel like writing "GRATEFUL" on my forehead in Sharpie just so everyone I encounter knows exactly how I feel. Instead, I'll just write it on a piece of paper and keep on smiling.
"Let gratitude be the pillow upon which you kneel to say your nightly prayer. And let faith be the bridge you build to overcome evil and welcome good." --Maya Angelou
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I am grateful that I discovered your blog today.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!! I am so very happy when I see a parent just as excited about their childs recovery as they are! I was just thinking this morning about my own mom and dad, and how much their support has meant to me in the past three and a half years of my own recovery. Thank you for sharing your gratitude and please tell your son congrats from a fellow addict in recovery!
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