And it's now my recovery birthday. I just completed the final day of the third year I've been clean, and now I'm 3. (sounds funny, but a baby lives a whole year until we call it "one") We've been watching Miami Ink, and Michael was flipping back and forth between that and Nightline...The moment the time read 1200 he gave me his three year chip, the very one he carried for the year that he was three. He sang me happy birthday and I cried.

I was so, so miserable when I got to the rooms...I was crying then too, but not the happy tears that cloud my vision right now. My sobriety counter reads "1096 Days", and those were earned one day at a time. Recovery is good.

People used to say the you can get your life back in recovery, but like my sponsor says "I didn't want my old life back, my old life sucked! I got a whole new life!" No truer words have ever been spoken.

If I love you, you know it.