Andy tries to act like he’s really cool and tough, but really, he’s a giant softie.
His sentimental side comes out in full force during the holidays.
Traditions are non-negotiable. There are certain things that must happen. No bones about it.
One of which is hunting for the perfect tree. A real tree. From a farm. Not a parking lot.
Even if it’s sprinkling out.
Which for us California folk is a really big deal.
So, with Storm Watch 2012 on high alert, we bounded out the door in search of the tree that would grace our living room.
The wagon came. It always does. Because that’s part of the tradition.
2007: The wagon wasn’t there…but only because we didn’t own it yet. But same tree farm. Same weekend. Same baby? Oh wait…that’s HENRY. Sheesh they look alike.
2008: Baby on the back…two babies on the inside. Still no wagon. Same place. Same weekend.
2009: There’s the wagon!
With two babies inside.
2010: Um…I can’t find those. But it happened. I remember. But it’s driving me CRAZY that I can’t find the pictures. Crazy.
2011: Wagon, check. Three kids, check. Lucy with a black eye, check.
2012: THIS is what happens when I try to get them to all smile at the same time.
Not a one. Not a one.
We searched high and low for the perfect tree.
Lu inspected. To be sure.
And then we watched the boys cut it down.
Which is REALLY exciting.
And we ride the tractor back. Because we always do.
A trailer carrying the tree and my gooftastic family.
I love this picture.
A picture only a mom can love.
Simple memories of this time in our lives: Jilly’s yellow hairclip, wispy blonde hair, the way her hand is resting on her daddy’s leg…Lu’s deliciously wild hair, her stained and torn jeans, and muddy rainboots. The sweetness of the everyday.
And we end with a few turns on the old country swing.
Maybe Andy has it right.
Maybe the easier route of popping over to the Home Depot parking lot isn’t the best route.
Mabye the fake tree wouldn’t be as fun.
Maybe traditions should be non-negotiable.
Do you have non-negotiable traditions?