Today is Matt’s one year anniversary of sobriety! I am so proud of him, I feel like I could burst. Around this time last year, I sincerely believed that he wouldn’t live to see another year. There was just no way. I was as mentally prepared for that as a sister could be. But here he is. It’s like day and night now. He’s come such a long way and has worked so hard to maintain a healthy lifestyle and mindset. He has to get up so early every day to do his treatment and he’s never once complained. He makes it looks so effortless and easy, like he does with pretty much everything. It’s been so wonderful to have my Matt back, I forgot what an incredible, thoughtful, hilarious and smart guy he was. I’m adding “brave as fuck” to that list.
I’ve had a little too much fun shopping and preparing for his “first birthday”. I bought and engraved a dog tag necklace that screamed his name, went in halfsies with my mom on a gorgeous watch he’d been eyeing for a while, and bought an assload of “my first birthday” decorations that I put up all around the house late last night. I taped his entire door from top to bottom with streamers for him to run through when he gets up. And I treated my mom to a day at the salon yesterday to get pampered, considering she played (and continues to play) such an imperative role in his sobriety. They deserved it.
I am so filled with gratitude today.