Two years ago, we were scrambling to get back in our house after 6 weeks of impromptu displacement, thanks to the discovery (and inconvenience) of lead-painted wood flooring layers beneath our wall-to-wall carpet. Due to the all-around scramble of moving back in, cleaning up sheetrock dust that seemed to appear out of nowhere every single day, wrapping gifts and doing last-minute shopping, we opted to just get a small one (honestly? I had wondered if we should skip it altogether, but fortunately for my kids, Daniel is always up for anything and was willing to do some high-and-low searching for a tree the week before Christmas).
It was such a quaint and special tree.
It was so easy.
In fact, it was so simple and pretty that we decided to go with a small tree again last year.
But we promised the kids that this year? This year we would get one that would reach to the ceiling.
We kept our promise and the sparkle of awe in their eyes has been worth every bit of extra hassle.
Arriving at the tree farm with great expectation
Measuring to make sure we filled up every inch of space that we could
Enduring cold noses and numb toes for the joy set before us
We found it!
Pausing for nourishment (or, at least, food) at the local diner before we move on
Bringing the beauty in
I'm pretty sure carrying a 10' tall tree from the top of the suburban and into the living room when you're 5'10" isn't as easy as he made it look
Lights!
Ornaments!
And, finally, the star!
The End.
