"Cloud fucking nine."

I had to drive my son to work yesterday afternoon. I picked him up at his house and we were driving along when he said to me, out of the blue:

"I'm on cloud fucking nine."

I said, "Oh, yeah? How come."

His reply? "Because everything is going so well right now."

Hallelujah to my higher power. To hear those words come out of my son's mouth was like winning the lottery. Twice. In one day.

He's inching towards seven months of sobriety. He's got a job that he likes. He has a new girlfriend he's crazy about.

He's also maturing more every day. I can see it. 

Last night I posted this on his Facebook wall:

"Just want you to know how incredibly proud I am of you. Every day I see more positive changes in your attitude and personality. What I always knew was inside of you is coming out. And it's beautiful."

Damn straight.