Nothing like posting about our Christmas tree adventure on the day after Christmas, right? Oh well- better late than never. In my defense, I started this post a few weeks ago...and then never finished. Story of my life.
We originally were not planning on doing the whole Christmas tree thing this year. I know, that sounds crazy, but hear me out. We were planning to move in the week before Christmas, and the last thing I wanted to do was have a ginormous tree that had to be undecorated and moved in the midst of packing an entire house and 5 years worth of junk that we have accumulated.
Thanksgiving night, John and I sat down and decided that moving in after Christmas was much more realistic, and also allowed for us to have a semi-normal Christmas. With that, we decided to continue on with our yearly trip to the mountains to chop down our perfect tree. In retrospect, I'm glad we decided to do this. Landon is at such a fun age and really loved it- the memories for him and for us with him are priceless. There was still some snow on the ground, and so of course there were more snowballs being thrown than trees being found. Going up to the mountains to get our tree is always one of my favorite things- Landon loves being able to just roam and run, and there's nothing better than cool mountain air. Its always a little chaotic, but always fun- and despite the fact that we are moving later than planned, I'm so thankful we were able to get our tree this year. It just wouldn't have been Christmas without it!