I have always loved real Christmas trees. We had them for a while when I was growing up, but eventually got a fake one. For the last 8 years of my marriage, we lived in a 3rd floor walk-up apartment. We did not have a real tree!
Once we got to my mom’s house, I got real trees again. Last year, we were driving to a large tree farm when we happened upon the cutest little family tree farm. I spoke to the owners and found out that they had a long-time dream of having Christmas trees, so they planted a bunch of them in the acres behind their home.
It was so lovely! Sweetness and I spent plenty of time choosing the perfect tree for us and I even attempted to cut it down myself. I got about a third of the way through when some wonderful stranger sent her son-in-law over to help. He finished cutting it for me and I carried it out.
We can’t wait to go back there this year. We have already picked out where in our home the tree is going to sit. Its place of honor. (of course, my daughter has picked out 3 places, since she thinks we should get 3 trees!)
I love building these new traditions for our little family. I can’t wait to look back years from now and remember the stories of us dancing through the snow, finding our perfect tree.