Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder

one of my kids has been in the hospital for twelve days now. and since i found out a week ago, i have been trying to visit her every couple of days. when i went last sunday, she was asleep. she was asleep tuesday when i saw her too. so when i went yesterday, i fully expected to walk in and find her sleeping. but she was awake, though not in the best of moods. we played with the tiaras i brought for her to make for about fifteen minutes before she laid down for a nap. but i got to see her for a little bit while she was awake. third time was a charm.

as i was driving home from the hospital last night, i was thinking about the magical number three in my life. the only thing i could think of was that i have been in treatment for substance abuse three times (one outpatient, two inpatient). and all in the last ten months. this time i feel like things are really, truly different. i can’t explain it really. but they just are. i feel different. third time might just be a charm here, too. i’ve tried to get clean and sober many more times, but i just couldn’t do it. not on my own. and not my way. so for some things, third time’s a charm; other things take a few more tries. BUT ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE!

love all around.