This morning we were out at breakfast and I ordered a coffee and a water. Parker looked up at me with pride, a big smile and said “no wine for you.” I kissed her on the head and said, “no, but it is 7:30am.” She was so proud of me. And I was really impressed that she was aware and in tune with me and what has been going on. She was thinking about our conversation last week and my drinking. She is always watching me. And I laughed that she would think I wanted wine so early in

I haven't written in a long time. But tonight, I felt the need to remember this day. Yesterday I got my wrist tattoo. After a small explanation to the kids that it "was a strong word to live by and a tattoo for them," I woke up today feeling like I owed them more. I didn't like feeling as if I was keeping something from them. A secret. A lie. This feeling felt familiar. And wrong. And when I asked Brayden tonight when he and I were alone in the kitchen if he had any questions