Let me tell you– the only benefit of our obnoxiously ostentatious, ridiculously expensive, impossible to heat, high ceilinged family room is the ability to put up a REALLY TALL Christmas tree.
And it’s lovely.
Erik waits in line every Halloween for a tree permit in the Heber Valley Range and Thanksgiving weekend we pursue the Christmas tree– it’s a 3 holiday adventure.
Ben has the saw– I’m scared. Truly.
And then my camera died.
No pics of Hans carrying Mary on his shoulders,
no record of Ben sawing down the tree,
no witness of the trees 33 rings (symbolic, yes?)
and you’ll just have to imagine how it draped over the top of the car.
Back at the ranch…
Her gifts formed the basis of our tree decorating ever since– glass ornaments along with the mish-mash of school projects.
I don’t ever want to take it down.