Usually, I love putting up Christmas trees and for a few years I would put up ours and Grandma's tree. This year, within an hour of putting up our tree, Morgan grabbed it and pulled it down on herself. It broke the tree stand and branches, ornaments, tinsel and lights were everywhere. I went all over town, trying to find a stand that would be comparable. I couldn't find one and so for a few weeks, the mess was still there. After this ordeal, I didn't put up Grandma's tree and I don't want to put up a tree for a long time.
I was tempted to buy a new tree, but this tree has so much sentimental value. We got this tree the first year we were married from my in-laws. They didn't want it because it was too small. The second year we were married, Eli was born right around our anniversary and Christmas. We couldn't go out and celebrate our anniversary and so we stayed home, drank non-alcoholic bubbly and danced to music in the romantic glow of Christmas tree lights, until we heard the faint cry of a newborn. It was my favorite anniversary because we didn't need anything fancy to celebrate it. Here we are, ten years after we married and this time, I am pregnant with our fourth baby, a few sick kids and we can't go anywhere to celebrate. We got take-out, watched a movie on Netflix and danced to music with the glow of Christmas lights, with non alcoholic bubbly.
