[a moment] to find THE tree

 

[moment 347]

The day finally came when it was time to go on a hunt for Gramma and Papa's Christmas tree. We traipsed through the Christmas tree farm in search of THE tree. Snow flurries swirled around us as we examined each tree - some more closely than others. One teen bailed almost as soon as we got there, and retreated to the relative warmth of the van. 

Some were too scrawny, some too fat, some were beautiful, but of the variety that was not made for heavier ornaments. Finally, Austen spotted what they determined to be THE tree. And they cut it down. And then the remaining young people took refuge in the van while we paid for the tree. 

It was wonderful to be outside with the snow swirling. It was heartwarming that my kids are still invested in picking out just the right tree for Gramma and Papa. And it was just the beginning of a Christmassy day.