As we have for the last two years, this year we went to the Phoenix Rosson House for a visit with Santa. A truly magical day in a quaint setting.
Ava was thrilled as we made our way to see Santa. She had written him a really loving letter, and carefully drew a picture of flowers as he "probably doesn't have very many flowers in the North Pole". Both of my older children were so eager to get there. There were so many discussions about how much they wanted to see Santa, and what they were going to talk to him about.
Until we got there. And then...
And I still have my pretty little photo to remember the day by. (Sans one Cyrus)
I'll save the rest of our trip for tomorrow's post! Have a beautiful Tuesday.