I don’t know if this is entirely true, but I think that it must be. How could it not? World peace starts in your own world. And for us, that world is at home.
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As Kecia sit in bed drinking coffee at zero dark thirty (actually zero dark ten as someone has to get to the train…), our day starts and we get to see it all come to life. Before anything the dogs stir as I come downstairs. I quiet them down and bring up the coffees. We look out the window toward the east and we see the sunrise coming up through the trees, watching the blues give way to reds, which gives way to oranges. It is a beautiful sight. Now that the temperature is up a bit, we her birds chirping outside as well.
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Where’s the world peace? I’m getting to it! About this time Gregory comes downstairs quietly, stoically, and walks into the bathroom for a shower. He doesn’t say a thing, but tends to grunt as we say good morning. (this grumpy grunting sounds like his dear old uncle Chris from when I was growing up. Luckily Chris turned out very well, so there is hope for Gregory.). Anyway, this morning I told Gregory if he wanted to shower in my shower, he would need to say “Good morning” to his mother and me. So we eeked out a GM from him. Maybe it will be easier tomorrow.