I’m grateful to be sleeping on the sofa in my son’s apartment. I’m grateful to get to help him move. I’m grateful for the way things get better. I’m grateful for love and trust and faith. I’m grateful to be sober today.
You’re getting a truncated version today—-because it’s moving day here in Norfolk and we pick up the U-haul at 7am! My son, who serves his country pretty nobly as an officer in the U.S. Navy, is moving apartments between “underways” and requested the help of a certain creaky-kneed alcoholic with the move. Promises, Shromises—-the people you love and who loved you coming back is more than enough ROI. Hearing one of the people you love most in the world call you “Dad,” and ask for your help, well, I’m not sure I could ask for much more than that. So I won’t.
Thanks for Letting Me Share.
Such beautiful words! Hope the move goes well!
I am an adult child of an alcoholic and have been married for 33 years to an alcoholic who has been in recovery for 28 years. Your words are the first thing I read each morning. They fill me with gratitude and hope in my own life. Thank you. Happy Moving Day!