I think all too often it is easy to forget why we have our choices.
I can say I am not comfortable with violence and choose to solve problems in other ways.
I can care for my children and my home, go to work, spend time with loved ones, go for a walk, all feeling safe (mostly).
I can disagree with my government, go and vote, and even question the intentions of those protecting me and still be fairly certain to be free from harm.
I look forward to a day when all share the freedom of this Norwegian/Irish/English/Cherokee American.
I realize that my peaceful existence is because of you who serve (have served) our country and keep my freedom to choose by whatever means necessary.
May you feel our thanks in a secure retirement, a comfortable place to live, healthcare, and honor for your service surrounded by those who love you best.
Bless you.
DZ
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Midwestern girl who loves big city shopping (note - do not love high heels of any kind) *
hate to say that first because I fancy myself a yoga chic too who is into feng shui and a minimalist life but it's just not all true!*
I do forget to recycle*
LOVE reading and music and most things crafty (the idea of them - very fickle and creative urges come and go faster than light or sound)*
Grand chef and baker in my own mind and kitchen - love to mix and match recipes for a glorious new concoction*
Gardening would be very successful - I have a flair but short attention span can cause casualties*
True bliss is my home filled with three beautiful children (four on the weekends - an amazing Goddaughter)*
did forget to feed the beautiful children lunch once when they were too small to remind me*
can't find socks for all on some crazy mornings*
I'm a learner who just can't help it...a writer in my head, and a college instructor for a half dozen classes a year*
can't help my right brain optimism*
been a foster mom*
am a very grateful mom of adopted children*
worst life moment: leaving the E.R. with an empty baby carrier*
this is me...pretty much
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