As one grows older, one accumulates various and sundry anniversaries all of your own. Birthdays of course. Perhaps you celebrate the day you met your husband. Maybe you married him twelve years later. Children? Perhaps I should be celebrating the year we got our truck? Grumpy is going to be 22 this year.
What I am doing today is celebrating a special anniversary. Two weeks after I met George, I finally stopped drinking. I had a glass of wine one year later and that date is my official birthday. I’m very grateful that the pressure to drink is gone, and the only thing I have to fight now is my alcoholic thinking.
What I am celebrating today is a new way of living and the new internal gifts that come with it. Thirty two years of wonderful gifts.