Nothing except that my dad came down to help John put the fence up and we got to take Rowan to see Santa at the same time. It was a short but sweet visit. I listened to my dad singing Leonard Cohen to Rowan as I got ready up stairs. I peeked down on him and there he was rocking my baby to sleep. Because Rowan got his early morning nap in on Poppa he was a happy little camper when he sat on St-Nick's lap. It was a truly wonderful day.
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