Just after we commented that Sprocket was so careful when playing around the tree, he went flying through the kitchen and knocked the whole tree about six inches to the left. (I’m pretty sure it was the laminate that saved it…if it had been on carpet it would have certainly fallen over.) “BAD DOG!” I screamed shrilly. Forrest looked at me grumpily; “You screamed in my ear,” he said.
All I could think about was ornaments breaking. Continue reading “Family History”
We finally put up our Christmas tree last Thursday!
I trimmed it up with our ornaments. Most of the tree’s trimmings were given to me throughout my childhood. When we first started dating Forrest started a lovely tradition by buying an ornament. (I still maintain that telling me about starting this tradition on Christmas morning only three months after we met was slightly crazy…if not spot on as three years and an engagement has shown.) Continue reading “Oh Christmas Tree”