Cutting down our own Christmas tree is one of my favorite traditions. For the first few years of our marriage, there was a tree farm just two streets over that we simply walked to and then hoisted our chosen tree over our shoulders and carried home together, like a scene out of some pleasant, G-rated movie.And then the big bad condos had to be built over that farm and now we drive like the common hordes of other tree seekers. Drew is ready to just cash in and do the fake tree thing from Wal-Mart or wherever, but I just can't bring myself to do it yet. Especially when there are still those chilly, outdoor memories to be had for Sydney, appearing here in front of our tree for the before shot prior to Drew expertly cutting it down. (I've wisely chosen to omit the photo of her wielding the saw, which was unwisely handed to her for a few brief seconds.)
And here's the after shot as well - at somewhere around 9 feet tall it's easily the biggest tree we've ever had. Not a cinch to decorate while 8 months pregnant, let me tell you, but Eartha Kitt and I were up to the challenge. (I could, however, do without all the long-leggedly things that suddenly choose to spring forth the minute the tree is indoors...)
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Your tree looks beautiful! I bet Sydney is loving it. Josiah can't keep his hands off of ours.
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