This was the day after Thanksgiving and what has become a yearly tradition of buying a forest service permit to cut down our own Christmas tree. It's one of my favorites.
Since the boys were born, we have never had a perfectly symmetrical Christmas tree. Ours are always a little uneven, with a few holes or bald spots. But they smell like a snowy pine forest, even after they've been in our home for weeks. And they serve as a reminder of the effort we took, looking for 'our tree' after a bit of hiking and the occasional snowball fight.
