Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree

In our first year of marriage, Ben and I began a tradition.  Every year, on Ben's birthday weekend, we go cut down our own Christmas tree.  As of Friday evening, (identified by my impatience to give Ben his gift I have been slaving over) birthday weekend had begun, so today we went on a trip to Gale's tree farm in hopes of bringing some Christmas cheer into our home.

We couldn't have asked for more beautiful weather to impel our trek.  We could have asked, however, for the unnamed street fair in the middle of our expedition to happen on another day, our dog to be less of a scaredy cat, or Ben's coffee from Dunkin Donuts to not be a pure cup of sweetened milk.  But be that as it may, despite these minor drawbacks, it was a near perfect day for the Kochanowski family.

We spent the rest of the day decorating the tree and watching claymation Christmas movies.  It was a splendid way to spend a Saturday afternoon.


By the way, as I lay in bed writing this post, Gus just started dreaming out loud and Ben had me convinced for a good solid minute that it was Herbert.  I'm still not entirely sure it wasn't.