This morning I am going to do a risky thing. I am going to take the flannel sheets off my bed and replace them with my wonderful white cotton sheets with the embroidery and eyelet trim. I shall freeze tonight because it is still quite cold. But I can't stand another night between flannel sheets.
Last night I drove across town to a meeting I don't normally get to. I sat next to an old friend I have known since I got sober. I thought about the fact that we are now quite a bit older than we were. She was in her 20s, I was in my early 30s back then. Obviously we are not now. What a comfort it is to me to sit with an old friend like that. Another person who has stayed sober come hell or high water and we have both faced a bit of each... and kept turning to God, and knowing that he would see us through - no matter what. And he did. So there we were.
Sitting in that room, which is the current incarnation of my very first group, I remembered my very first 24 hours of sobriety. I was concerned about what I would do when my children got married. How would I handle the wedding - the champagne toast? Wouldn't it be awkward? I asked someone this... and some sage alcoholic asked me how old my children were. I meekly told him "my son is 7 and my twin daughters are 5." Well, that person told me I ought to try staying sober one day at a time.
And do you know that when my son got married last week at the age of 33 - not once did the issue of a champagne toast even come up?
Glad someone told me not to spend a lot of time worrying about that.
I am very glad I have you other alcoholics to talk to because I can't think my way out of a paper bag! And God is able to work best with the hands, ears, and mouths of the people he has put on this earth.
What a deal!