I beleive in working towards peace. Always.
I believe in the pursuit of a life filled with liberty and justice for all.
I am grateful for the sacrifices that members of the American armed forces have made in service to my country.
I think war is awful.
I do not think it can always be avoided.
I am probably what is called “a damn moderate.”
I tend to see both sides of an issue. I tend to feel bad for everyone (another reason why I am not good as a sports fan. That team that lost? Those are someones babies!)
(This both drives Sweet Man crazy, and endures me to him a bit. I think.)
I am grateful to have been born into this country.
Everytime I travel around it I am blow away by both it’s size and how regional things still are. Even in the year 2013, Dr. Pepper is not a staple beverage everywhere. Some of us say Coke and some of us say Soda and some of say Pop.
I think the American people are amazing.
I think how we came to be a nation is inspiring and some of it is terribly sad.
Sometimes decisions made by our government leaders (on all sides of the aisle) makes me want to pull my hair out.Or move to remote forign location where there is no internet.
(But then I wouldn’t have you, and that would not be good. At all.)
I think I can love my country and want it to do better. (Sometimes a lot better even.)
I do not think that these two things – my love and my critisim- have to be mutually exclusive.
So this why I have to balance the red, white, and blue explosion on my porch with a little peace talk on the freshly hung chalkboard.
They are both the truth.
And then I added my wish for peace.
Because that is what I want for this land that I love.
(Did I mention I am als loving my chalkboard? So. Much. And yes, I was inspired by Meg’s backporch chalkboard.)