Yesterday we made our annual pilgimage all the way down the street to our friendly local Christmas tree farm. We were able to cover a lot of ground this year — where's the snow? — and after much discussion, we chose a tree in the far corner of the farm. Luckily we had our festive little helpers to carry the tree for us (okay, that was short-lived, but we appreciated the effort!). Once we got it home, we had a couple of obstacles — non-working lights which required a trip to the local hardware store, and the major catastrophe of the tree falling over (for the second year in a row!!!!). But we perservered, and the end result was worth it. The tree is beautiful. And one of my favorite expreriences at this time of year is watching my girls rediscover the ornaments — both their own and the "family heirloom" ornaments. We each have our favorites. So sweet.
Travelingjenny
Navigating the hilly terrain of motherhood






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