Christmas morning arrived early for Annabelle & me. She came to my bedside at 4am, asking if Santa had been there. Asking if there were gifts for her. I convinced her it was too dark to tell but she could stay with me until it was light. She asked me every 10 minutes if it was morning yet until 5:30. We both dozed back off until Nate woke us at 8am yelling “Happy Christmas” through the monitor.





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