journaling: We were waiting in line to see Santa Claus. You hadn’t sat on his lap since you were a year old, and still weren’t too sure about it. However, you were old enough to know that if you sat on his lap you could tell him what you wanted for Christmas. You actually turned around and started going back the way we came, then paused on the bridge to consider your options: the lure of new toys vs. the fear of sitting on Santa’s lap. In the end, desire overcame fear. You sat on his lap, but didn’t smile. I got the standard holiday picture. And this one, which means so much more to me.
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August 25, 2007
August 25, 2007
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