So, while the birds are still singing, and the sun is still in the sky, I will lay my weary head down on my pillow. And I will thank God that I can. I have missed one of my last nights of school and I do regret that, but I have missed very few nights this year, and I think I will be fine.
My daughter and granddaughters were just here for dinner. What a blessing to see my daughter as a sober woman. As she was leaving, she told me she is heading over to a meeting I used to go to years and years ago. She really has come to like that meeting. She goes to a big book study there on Monday nights.
I never thought I would ever have these conversations with my daughter. I am so grateful.
But if there were a contest right now between gratitude for sweet pillowcase on which to lay my head vs. sweet conversation about sober things with my sober daughter -
oh, there is no competition. They are both unbearably sweet.
Thank you God.