Gratitude, A Quiet Celebration
Blondie texted me, ‘Your sobriety anniversary is coming up. What
are you doing?’
‘Same as always,’ I texted back.
She texted, ‘Daddy!’ with an eye-rolling emoji.
Every year on my sobriety anniversary, Father’s Day, and my
birthday, I did the same thing. It made my son laugh, but prompted my wife and
daughter to suggest there was plenty more I could do to celebrate.
I would go to the gym for a long workout. When I got home, I’d
enjoy a movie, not watching with one eye on my laptop. If my sister could come
over, she’d bring a Vincent’s pizza, each slice two inches thick and 1,000
calories.
I’d tell everyone how grateful I was to have them in my
life.
Because I’d done such a long workout, I’d fall asleep early
in a warm bed, my conscious clear, my responsibilities met, my family keenly
aware of how much I loved them.
“Gratitude is like an ongoing, but quiet celebration,” I
said to DD.
‘It’s enough,’ I texted Blondie. ‘More than enough.’
Today gratitude will be my quiet celebration.
Fawlty Showers 2
is a work of fiction. Any similarity between the characters and anyone you
might know is purely coincidental.
Other works by Ken Montrose are available at:
• www.greenbriartraining.com
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