old (2008), Uncategorized

gratitude

The Sober Dad and I went out to lunch for the third day in a row, and we took pictures at the photo booth at the Heartland Cafe, and we had an awesome talk (as always) about boys (and girls) and sobriety and our children and the joys of life and the difficulties in figuring out with whom and when (and how) to share all the love we have to give. “This is hard stuff,” he would say. But equally often he says, “This is some good shit,” and for that I love him, and I am immensely grateful to have him in my corner. Namaste.
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