There’s no place like home. I won’t have to go back to work until Friday. I am grateful to have the days off. I am exhausted.
It was so wonderful to spend time with my son and his family. It was wonderful to fly fish on the Bitterroot River. It was wonderful to swim in a mountain lake with my grandchildren. It was just wonderful all the way around.
Now I am home. Thursday will mark 30 years of sobriety. How can I even write that without it taking my breath away. My sponsor and her husband will be here on Friday. I will celebrate at my homegroup on Sunday morning.
The Grace of God is amazing. An amazement that never grows old.