Daddy cries. But it’s cool.

So, we’re sitting at our enormous, rented table… (we’re having 17 people for Easter dinner), and out of nowhere my oldest son says “You know, Dad, you’ve really changed since we moved to Chappaqua. Your temper is better, and you’re even more fun.”

I tear up immediately. He doesn’t know what he’s actually saying, but I do. He’s saying “Since you got sober…”

I left the table for a moment, to collect myself. I consider myself incredibly lucky, and sometimes it takes a little reminder from an eight-year-old to keep that feeling fresh.