Time

"But it's only been a year," he said.

How do I make him understand that sometimes it's not about the hours, minutes and seconds? Not about days, weeks and months?

It's about the depth of one person's fingerprints on the blueprint of another's life.

Even if he only touched it for a year.

Space & Starts

It's funny how you never know how much space someone has taken up until they get up and walk away.

It's also funny how you think you've crossed the Finish line only to realise that you're right back at the Start.

December 22nd

Day 100 of my sobriety plan.
I have crossed the Finish line.

Christmas Tree

Oh Christmas tree
Oh Christmas tree
How beautiful and bright
The sight of you at Christmas time
Brings hope and gladness far and wide...

I put my Christmas tree up on Friday. My first tree since I moved into my new pad last November. When the decorations were up and the living room in darkness, I hit the switch. The Thinker clapped his hands softly as the little icicle lights winked and blinked. I gazed at my little tree in rapture.

The tree was lopsided, the glitter from the ornaments was all over the floor and our hands, the star had crumbled to bits while we were trying to assemble it and the ensemble looked a little haphazard.

But it's all mine and I love it!