So, I had all these elaborate plans for getting a Christmas tree this year. I checked with some moms around town in the playgroup and they all recomended these great farms where you can cut down your own tree, blah blah. T.J. and I use to ALWAYS tag and chop our tree…before G. We would even take our good old dog Lucy with us on these “find the perfect tree” adventures. Well, since she has been born nothing like that has happened and it makes me kind of sad.
She was born in November of 2010. I was in no state of mind to tag a tree prior to her birth and pretty much felt the same after. So, my fantastic dad went out and chopped one down for us. He even brought it into the house, put it up in the stand and put the lights on! At the time T.J. was finishing his dissertation and working part time and we were both zombies. So, thankfully my dad brought that tree or else I bet we wouldn’t of had one at all.
Last year G was 13 months come December and we just went to a local nursery and bought a fresh cut tree. At least we managed to do it as a family right?
This year we waited the longest ever to get a tree. We went to a local farm like 10 minutes away and again grabbed a precut tree. I am grateful that we have a tree at all and G loved every minute of it rain and all. They even had some sheep and geese around for the kids to see.
I guess maybe I’m making too much of it by wanting it to be this big ordeal filled with perfect photos and all. It is what it is and the tree looks great. And, its all perfect because its ours.
There is always next year right? 🙂