Today's story is about what has become our family tradition for December 1. It used to be that my husband and I would either put up our artificial tree or buy a real tree on the first weekend of December. As our daughter, Gemma, has gotten older, her excitement for Christmas has grown and easily eclipses that of my husband and I (who also enjoy it but are limited by being adults, I think). She simply cannot wait to get started on Christmassy things, and December 1 is the latest I can get her to wait to get the tree.
And so it was that despite a busy day of a horse show (more about that tomorrow), taking care of ducks (more about that later this month), checking on Nimo, attempting to eat something, shopping for Christmas presents, and a whole lotta rain, we found ourselves at our favorite garden store searching earnestly for the perfect Christmas tree.
But seeing some of the magnificent, full trees made me wish that I had enough energy to just empty out one whole room for Christmas to accommodate one of them. Even my husband, who is not usually not that into buying a tree, seemed kind of excited about it this year, and I think he might have even been having a little fun shopping in the big tree section:)
|Gemma is inspecting the prices for me on one of the many rows of trees.|
|Gemma had fun making faces for the camera!|
|We found our tree!|