++O Christmas Tree++

This year we decided to embrace our Northwest surroundings and visit a tree farm to cut our own Christmas tree. One of the problems with having a more complicated camera is that it makes things a little tough when you hand it off to the 80-year-old tree farm worker. Despite what it may look like, Claire wasn't glowing.

In fact, she wasn't even really smiling that day. She was a little under the weather.

It didn't take too long to find the right tree. Mark got the honors of doing the cutting.

Wyatt's favorite part was exploring the antique firetruck (oh---and the apple cider).

He was very helpful at decorating this year.

Claire enjoyed checking out the Christmas decorations. The music boxes were her favorite.

I wonder if Mark will still lift Wyatt up to put the star on when he's eighteen?
And just like that, Christmas was in our house. It truly is the most wonderful time of the year. I love the memories that go along with the decorations as we pull them out. Even though this is the third house in three Christmases for us, pulling out all of those decorations sure made it feel like home.