A Day at the Christmas Tree Farm

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Growing up we always had a real tree. My mom always dressed it in white lights and a mixture of kid-made ornaments, ornaments she made, santas and classic pieces. In the the 17+ years Ricardo and I’ve been married we’ve never had a real tree until today. I still ❤️ our 17 year old artificial Charlie Brown tree and will put it up this year too.

We weren’t sure what to expect when we went to pick and cut down our own tree this morning; some of us (🙋🏼 hello frozen toes) didn’t plan ahead for the cold but we survived. First, we loaded up in a trailer with a bunch of strangers while a tractor pulled us out into a big honkin’ field with several groves of trees.




Ricardo cut that tree like a boss and he and Ethan blessed our socks off by hauling it across the field, to the tractor, to the checkout area and inside our home. I would, however, like to mention that at this point I was convinced my toes were nearly frozen and about to fall off so I placed my wool gloves on my feet and stuffed them back in my boots while we waited for the tractor to pick us up. You see, friends, I wore my favorite rubber boots without the wool inserts; not the way to wear those boots trapsing in below freezing weather. Have I mentioned I love my men?


To me, it’s not about the tree but about the experience of getting the tree and spending time as a family. Who knows what kind of tree we’ll go with next year, but for now, I’m thankful for this moment and gift of today with these crazies.