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Do you know what can happen in 600 days? A whole lot. It has been 600 days since I had my last sip of alcohol. That means I have woken up every single morning for the past 600 days without any sort of headache or insane thirst or guilt of having one too many.

You know one thing we don’t seem to talk about enough? The second day of school. And the third. And the fourth. Actually, pretty much the entire first month.

Dear God,

Summer, please don’t go! I am not ready for it to be over yet! I am not ready to jump into a new school year and for these babies to go back to another grade higher than last year.

Last weekend, Lee and I set out on Indian Lake to try and compete in the annual catfish tournament. This was our second year in a row entering the tournament and, while we didn’t catch any fish near the size to compete last year, we did catch several which gave us a taste of the fun in fishing for catfish.

Recently, our kids moved around for Sunday school classes based on ages and my 15-year-old – along with some other teenagers — joined our group. I am not going to lie, I love this change. Look, I was born and raised in church and still feel like I am always asking all the questions. So, I was kind of excited to maybe have some others who may have some questions as well.

One night this week had me feeling all the emotions. I know, I know – that’s not too unusual – after all, I am a crier. But man, time is just flying by so fast, and I cannot figure out how to slow it down.

Country Concert was a little different this year. And no, not because we were sober – we did that last year as well. Although, I will say – that didn’t really make it any easier at times. But we made some changes – embraced it as more of a normal now – versus last year where it was more like a challenge.

Teenage (and almost teenage) girls are so fun, said no one ever. Whew, I know I have definitely used one of their reactions and rolled my eyes while telling others about what moody thing one of my girls have done.

As Independence Day approached this week, I started thinking about freedom and what that entails. This month, Lee and I will hit 18 months sober. And I couldn’t think of anything better to write about than the beautiful sober freedoms that we have encountered over the past year and a half.