a strange day

I have been doing alright, most days. Today I've kept my head held high. I have less than one hour left before another day begins. I've been sober all day- and if I can make it forty three minutes more, I'll be able to say that I've been sober for four months. This is exciting. My challenge lies in the life I live without my children with me constantly. I see them on the weekend, sometimes during the week I pick the girls up from school- or even just go have lunch with them. But I miss them. I miss what I took for granted for so very long. There is my regret that I carry all too heavily as a burden... I took my time with my family for granted. In May, I will have lived separate from my children for two years- and that hurts me. I see them whenever I want to, yet not tucking them in each night, not hugging them and seeing them every day, it takes a lot out of me. A LOT.
Emotionally, I've struggled for the last two days. I see that God has me right where He wants me to be. I see that I'm right where I'm supposed to be. Yet I am having a hard time with acceptance.