We were talking with our daughter, my wife and I as we lay in bed the other night, I asked my daughter if she was coming up on 60 days alcohol-free… and she said she had another several days to go, that her day was on the 18th. November 18th.

So as she was talking, I blurted out, “Wait a second, the 18th is my day! We share our anniversary!” To which she responded by bursting into tears and said, “Dad, that’s so f’in’ cool! I love you!”

I celebrated 30-years in recovery November 18th. My daughter sobered up 30-years, to the day, after me.

And that’s why we do it, folks. Good times, noodle salad.

That’s my girl!