Our first real Christmas tree since together. I'm obsessed. It was cold and raining like mad, but we got it and brought it home and made it our own. I strung it up with so many lights that we literally blew a fuse. Two different sizes of bulbs casting the most beautiful glow over the winter months. Evergreen wafts through our home, seeping into our soul, reminding us that despite a house hunt and some major transitions, it is still Christmas. The pine beckons me to sit a little longer, move a little slower, and savor a little more.
I might not take it down till the Super Bowl. Don't tell my husband yet. It's just too happy to take down. Ever.
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