It is my favorite time of the year. The weeks leading up to Christmas! Thanksgiving, hot cocoa, fires and the smell of pine, Christmas parties, yummy holiday desserts, all the decorating… the list could go on forever. For the past three years that Ian and I have been married, we have always had faux trees. A LOT of fake trees. Four to be exact. Our house would turn into a snow globe of glitter, ornaments and garland. This year, with a little one on the way, we decided to scale it back and simplify. At first, I was really disappointed, but the idea of new traditions changed my heart. Well that and the fact that I didn’t think I would want to tear it all down with a newborn. Instead, Ian and I decided to get our first live tree and to only set up one other small tree in Cove’s room.
I have to be honest, having a live tree beats all four of my perfectly pre-lit trees. We had such a fun morning going to the tree farm, drinking hot cider and picking out the perfect tree. (Although, ours is far from perfect.) I realized that we both were not very good when it comes to deciphering what trees were best. But we have the most beautiful, fat, delicious smelling tree in our living room with three little stockings hung next to it. And every day when I walk through the door I smell the most beautiful smell of fresh Frasier fir, and its enough to make your whole day.
Only two more weeks until we get to meet this little ball of Christmas cheer. Even though its getting a little tougher to function, life is beyond beautiful and I am trying to remember to soak up every day before he gets here. Eventually all the kicks, jabs and rolls will disappear and I will have to share him with the rest of the world. (You will still see me hiking up and down the stairs, chugging pineapple juice and eggplant part, and just about anything else I can think of to get this little guy to make his first appearance.)