I wasn’t here for your 60 day anniversary, my friend. Not even your 70 day. I haven’t been turning cartwheels or applauding here as often as you deserve it. As a matter of fact, I don’t think I’ve been here more than 5 minutes in the last couple weeks.
But you know why. And you know that I turn cartwheels for you in my front yard for all my neighbors to see. And you know that I wonder about how you are doing when I don’t here from you.
Most of all, you know that I think you are the best. You are a wonderful mom, a fantastic grandma, and the best friend anyone could ever have. I admire you tremendously.
So while I have lost my gift for the right words at the right time (remember I wasn’t here for your 60 day anniversary), know that I applaud you daily and wish for you peace and contentment with your quit. May you feel pride in your accomplishments no matter how small you think they are. May you feel the thrill of conquering something that once held you captive. May you know that you are worth the effort.
And for all who know it’s time to quit smoking, may you find a truly supportive friend as I have in Bee Jay. Someone to make you laugh uproariously. Someone who makes you feel like you are worth the effort. Someone who will listen.
Thanks, Bee Jay! And congratulations on 78 smoke-free days. I’m so very happy for you =)