A new family tradition began yesterday. It's funny how sometimes you know you have started a family tradition right from the first time it happens.
Before the boys were born, we made the decision to have a real tree each Christmas. I love that each Christmas, even though the ornaments remain the same, the tree is unique. We have since bought our trees from local tree lots. Often the trip to get the tree has been squeezed in between other activities with some kind of dead line looming. Often a little rushed. One such trip found us out one cold, cold evening with me four months pregnant. man, it was cold and when we arrived home, we realized that we had chosen an extremely small tree. I was taller than the tree by several inches. We received more than a little friendly jibbing from family members that year. Since men do not always take kindly to being associated with small things, our trees since that little one have not lacked in size. This year's is no difference. It's huge. Anyways, back to yesterday.
Instead of our typical rushed tree trip, we decided to carve out a little more time in our weekend and do it properly. Off we went for a drive out to a local tree farm to cut our own tree. The boys loved it. Walking to the field, choosing the perfect tree, helping daddy drag the tree to the car and hot chocolate. By bedtime last night, our tree was fully decorated. Some branches may be more fully decorated than others but that's what makes each Christmas tree unique.
I love the light of a Christmas tree. From the moment I wake up in the morning to the moment I go to bed each night, our tree remains lit.