Now this would get me in serious trouble! No offense, but I don't want to remember the happiest time, cuz that would make me weak and start missing him. I don't want to do that, i've come too far!!!! Great thought though!

Happiest time with my husband was back when we were dating. We were snowed in one Saturday, the three of us (him, my daughter and myself). It was the first time he actually spent a long period with me AND my daughter. We went night time sled riding and the three of us had such a fun time just doing nothing stuck in my apartment for 2 days - I knew I was in love with him that day. And I think he fell in love with my daughter that day. I knew he would be an amazing dad and partner. I can't remember ever feeling so completely happy.

Love this! I don't have one happy time I have SO MANY and all of them were when he wasn't using. My son is a smart, handsome, fun loving, sensitive man that made me smile everyday! I really enjoyed every age, and each day with him. I used to tease my husband and say we never went through any of the teen trouble and they were going to get me back when their older. Crap, if only I knew, but today I cherish everyday he is clean and I am so proud of the choices he is making and the commitment to staying clean. I am so fortunate to have so many beautiful memories and I pray I will have many more. Thanks, because it put a smile on my face.

I have a PHOTO of mine! Him, walking out of his rehab building at St. Christopher's for our first visit with him in 3 months...and he has his arms outstretched from 30 yards away, to give the whole world a hug! Oh, that was the first time we saw him sober and healthy (both at the same time) in probably 6 or 7 years....and smiling....sigh.

one other? he surprised me by showing up at my front door when he was let out of jail early.... in for 5 instead of 6 months....and I screamed and yelled...and cried, but alas, he went back to drinking soon after...but it was a good moment, while it lasted.

I can't think of just one happy time. My son was a joy from the day we adopted him until he was about 15. He never caused problems and had a big heart and a goofy sense of humor.

The times I remember being most proud are also hard to choose from. He has ADD and dyslexia, and I was really proud after his tutoring when he picked up a Harry Potter book and read the whole thing. I was very proud on the day he received his black belt in karate and even more proud when he got his second degree black belt. My other choice was watching him at his violin recitals when he got to be really good. (He doesn't remember how to play now). I really wish he would pick up the violin and play it again.

When we were dating, my daughter sat down in water on an outdoor seat at McDonald's and my addict found another wet seat and sat in it so my daughter wouldn't be embarrassed alone.

Just like dmatt , I also have so many happy memories of my addict , who was a beautiful fun , loving young women , who refused to become a statistic to the typical teen mom,, until heroin kidnaped my daughter and held her captive for three years,,, but upon reflecting on your post ,, I came up with a present one, since it's a gift ,,, the determination, the love back in her eyes,, and my most favorite is,,,, my daughter and her daughter snuggled in bed this morning talking,,,, I don't know what tomorrow will bring,,, but that moment this morning was priceless

Thanks for the uplifting post

Wow ! What a wonderful post, I too have so many happy memories of my wonderful son It is really hard to choose just one but if I must it would have to be the first time I held him in the hospital when he was 2 days old. I had a really hard labor which theen ended up in a emergency c section and then I got an infection so they couldn't let me near him with such a high fever so they brought me a polaroid picture of him I will never forget the feeling of complete joy when I was finally able to hold my precious little boy!

I'm having it pretty badly lately, so -without wanting to offense anyone- I need to ask: why recall good times? What is the point and how can it help?

If I asked my mother what were the happiest times, she'd break down into tears. I'm trying to recall happy times, and all I can think about are our childhood years. Once my brother entered teenagehood, we drifted apart. I didn't know why back then, I know now. At 15 he was smocking weed, hanging out with the wrong crowd.

So, again: what is the point of this question and how can it help?

A very good question,,,,, pen,,, to why us it important to recall good times,,, because I REFUSE to let the addiction control my mind body and soul,,, when you disconnect from the addict ,,, regardless of the hatred you have for them,,,, connect with the person they are still human,,,,,

If I think negative thoughts,, I will live a life of misery ,,, and will be held in captive to the addiction,,,, and then the devil wins!!

Positive thinking allows me to stand up and proud ,,, regardless of what I'm going through,,,, so by "me" able to answer that question has helped me will the battle of the mind,,, and the refusal to give into the devil (addiction)

Peace

There are lots of happy times and can't really bring to memory just one.

I found the photo on my computer. I put it in my photo thing on my profile...not that it matters, but to me, this meant my kid might make it.

Happiest moment ever was when my addict turned up on my door step (while we were dating) with a gift bag full of goodies I had gone without for months. There was chocolate, twisties, flowers, biscuits and best of all crunchy peanut butter. All of my favourite things.

Makes me a little sad as it is also the saddest memory as it was the last time he was straight.

I have several happy moments, but when the relationship is over it is too hard to think about them. So I don't.

My happiest time was the birth of our son. The labor was induced because of preeclampsia, the baby ended up getting in a bad position and not wanting to come down so after several hours they decided to proceed with a c-section. He was there being 110% supportive through the whole ordeal. When he saw me trembling on the OR table because I was having a reaction to the anesthesia it scared him to the core. He was talking to the nurses and doctors trying to make sure I would be ok. He held my hand and rubbed my head through the whole procedure. But the best part was watching the emotion become too much for him and him breaking down crying when he saw his son for the first time. He was so anxious, going back and forth betwen me and the baby. He didn't know if he should stay next to me and hold my hand while they finished closing up or if he should be by his son taking pics and making sure he was ok. I'd never in my life seen him become so overwhelmed with emotion before and I was pretty emotional myself so it helped to have someone with me that understood the feeling.