Merry Christmas.
A perfect morning. Snow. Warmth. Bows and anticipation. Coffee and Cavanadash.
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| First view at the top of the stairs. We never had stairs growing up but I think that Christmas morning is why we have the bedrooms upstairs. Every child should get this experience of looking over the banister to this sight. The child in Chris and Grayson and I get it now and Cheyenne doesn't know anything different yet. Pretty lucky, I'd say. |
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| A moment of pure childhood joy. If I could bottle this, well I would take a gulp every day... |
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| A new friend and comfort. |
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