I have been hinting, for the past few years, that I have missed having a real tree at Christmas time (spraying balsam scented spray on my faux tree isn’t quite the same). When I was little, I use to go with my grandma and pick out the tree we wanted in my trapper hat, vest, and boots. My grandaddy would then go cut down the tree and bring it home to put in the tree stand that my grandaddy handmade (we are talking a 70lb tree stand. The trees never stood a chance at winning that battle). I always loved the way the whole house smelled like, well, Christmas. I would literally sleep under the tree pretty much through December because I just loved how amazing it all was. (did I sneak into a few presents and get in trouble? Absolutely). Lucky for me, my husband is pretty great and planned a day date to go cut down our first real tree for Christmas this year!
We headed to an adorable tree farm about 45 minutes outside the city (more to come on the adorableness of this farm Wednesday). It was so cool to experience this with my husband. I actually hadn’t realized before our day date that my husband had never cut down a Christmas tree or ever even had a real tree. It was so special to see my husband get excited about such a fun, new tradition. I also loved that the memories I hold so close to my heart with my grandparents from this time of year just got expanded to include my own new memories with my husband!
I seriously love Christmas time (and it doesn’t hurt that I get to pull out my trapper hat, vests, and boots, oh my!)