I had high hopes for the month.
It is our anniversary time, after all.
But instead of celebrating 11 years of bliss, we instead were in the hospital. The Big Man had another cellulitis flare.
The staff tried to make it better for us and had cookies and fruit sent to his room.
We had our first significant snow. Boo hiss.
My son continues to grow up into an amazing young man.
We ended the month at the parade of lights.
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