Welcome Home, Christmas Tree
My family has a tradition. Bundle up one weekend morning in early December, grab some hot cider or cocoa, head out to one of many Christmas tree farms around us and wander the rows upon rows of trees in search of the perfect one. This coming Sunday, that is exactly the plan for my parents and I, Amy and Josh. Three households, three trees to pick out. But due to scheduling differences this weekend, Hobson cannot join us. So last night, the two of went out in search of our own tree.
Introducing Bubba. (Yes, we named our tree because it's short and fat and reminds me of a Christmas story I read growing up). Hobson always had fake Christmas trees growing up, but to me, Christmas just isn't the same without the smell of the outdoors inside. I love that everytime I walk past, I get a whiff of fresh evergreen. That, to me, is Christmas in a nutshell. I'm excited for my kids to one day prance through a Christmas tree farm in search of the perfect tree just like I did growing up. It's a tradition I will not compromise on, so thanks, babe, for getting me my tree.
Since it was a Wednesday night, we had to settle for a Home Depot tree. But hey, baby steps. It's a real tree. That's the best part... and we still brought hot cocoa on our tree hunt. We then enjoyed a nice night of Christmas music, decorating and laughs. I love these days.
There you have it. Our first Christmas tree in our home together. Welcome to our home, Bubba!