An eggnog latte in a beat up leather chair, fresh pastries from the Italian bakery. A stroll through the old neighbourhood, hand in hand with my girls. A couple of hours of meandering around a sale of all handmade goods by friends at my old church. The girls each bought a bracelet, I bought a necklace and a liturgical calendar with art by a good friend. Better still, we had many good conversations with friends, people that we journeyed with for years. Our last stop in the 'hood was to visit the Tyes and drop off our ornaments. It was the perfect day in the old neighbourhood.
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