Tuesday, December 14, 2010
There is something so classic and timeless about this simple act of cutting our own tree and dragging it home, hanging twinkly things on it, and sitting around it for the rest of the day, inhaling the piney smell and feeling Christmasy through and through.
We got a big fat one this year. It was a beast to get home.
It's so tiring watching Daddy chop down a tree.
It makes me want to call him "Pa" and say things like: "Supper's on!"
I'm ready to get all the stressful parts of Christmas completed so we can take some deep breaths and enjoy. Thanks for all the kind notes about yesterday; we're doing much, much better today. Hope everyone is having a great week.