Glory week

I used to smoke. A bunch.

Then, I got pregnant, and I quit. Cold turkey.

I've been around the cancer sticks my whole life. All 4 of my grandparents smoked, my parents, my aunts, my uncles, my friends....

Slowly but surely, they all quit....most people in my life have stopped smoking.

My Dad quit after having the shocking news of "you've had a heart attack, and it was most likely caused by nicotene."

So, the one person I thought would smoke forever quit. He just put them down....and it makes me smile.

And he hasn't fallen off the all important wagon.

Now, another person has quit. I can safely say I have no more blood relatives who smoke.

And I couldn't be happier.

It is all about the person making the decision to quit. You can't tell someone to quit and fill their ear with all the nasty things cigarettes do, still does not work.

They will only quit when they are ready.

If you have never smoked, you will never know the power a little white stick can have over your life. And you will never understand what a huge accomplishment it is to finally quit.

That is why my post is called "Glory Week," That is how the "experts" refer to the first week you stop smoking...it is the toughest part....and the biggest accomplishment. Cold turkey.

So, here is to you Minnie....

Congratulations for making one of the best decisions of your life.

Way to go Mom & Dad.....

I love you!