I gave birth to beautiful twin daughters. I could tell you how nice this was, but I have photographic evidence to the contrary. I know I shouldn't put a photo of myself on here, but it is so old, you would never know me by it (especially the 80s hair!).
So, there I was, with little twins on my lap and a bloody mary in front of me. Obviously in the middle of the day. My bro is smoking a cig, and I am sure I was too. No one looks too happy. This photo was lost to me until my darling niece posted it on facebook, much to my horror. And please keep in mind that the picture was folded right down the middle of my face, which adds to the menace of my expression.
My daughters are now 5 years older than I was in that picture. The little unhappy baby on my left (your right) is now sober over 3 years. The other little unhappy baby has a masters degree and a great career.
Thank God (and I do mean that literally) I got sober when those little girls were only 5 years old. They have no memory of their mother being drunk. If that was all I got out of being sober, that would be enough, but obviously, it wasn't all I got.
Thank you God for the loving care you take of us drunks.