Today’s the 8th anniversary of a very important day.
The only thing different this year is that I have a beautiful new baby. Whenever I think of smoking, I look at her and think about how horrified I’d be if she were to ever smoke a cigarette. I’m so glad that I stopped smoking years before she was born. I feel so fortunate that she’ll never see me smoking, and I’ll never be a bad example to her.
I feel so fortunate that my daughter will always look to me as a nonsmoker.
Eight years feels good.