Gifts I’m not even wise enough to ask for.

My wife and I were going somewhere with the kids in the car, and as we passed an outdoor board for Jack Daniel’s Hard Lemonade. And my oldest daughter asked me, “What is that, daddy? And I said to her, that is alcohol honey. And she said, ‘Oh, You don’t drink that stuff, do you daddy? And I said, “No baby, I don’t.”

Her mama and I exchanged a look across that car that spoke volumes.

My daughters doesn’t remember their father as a fall down drunk. When I showed up for my first meeting, I wished for a lot of things out of sobriety. No more hangovers, no more of those looks people give wet drunks when they think they aren’t looking, no more tears from my kids when I went off over some little thing just because I was coming out of my own skin. I wished for all sorts of things.

But to have my daughters not even remember their father as the ass hole I used to be, that one never even occurred to me.

And tonight, I am going to tell God thanks for gifts I’m not even wise enough to ask for.

On the road to the good stuff,
Richard Tweet