Christmas morning we learned the hard way that some sweet moments are too easily missed. Although we thought Franny was not really absorbing any of our Santa talk, Christmas morning we were still in bed when we heard her yelling Daddy! Daddy! from downstairs. Until then, Franny had never even left her room, much left traversed downstairs, before we've gone in to get her in the morning. Yet, Christmas morning, as we looked over the landing to see Franny gripping her giraffe blanket and staring at her new pink stroller, I knew we missed the sweet wide-eyed wonderment she must of had when she went downstairs to see if Santa had come. And while I know it's not what Christmas is all about, I still feel sad we missed that moment.
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