We have been playing catch up a little bit this weekend, in terms of celebrating Christmas. We kept putting off getting a Christmas tree either due to weather or my busy photography schedule (#christmascardseason). Every year that we’ve been married, we have gone to my family’s farm to cut down a Christmas tree. My family did this growing up, until allergies put a kink in that tradition. We spent much of Saturday getting our tree and spending time with my family.

Our trees aren’t pretty. They are often bare on one side, but we just stick them in the corner and call it “good enough”. Our first Christmas as a married couple, our tree fell down in the middle of a dinner party because we hadn’t learned to counter weight it. It’s not picture perfect, but we really enjoy this Christmas tree tradition.

This year, Ben wanted a big tree for our first Christmas in the new house. The one we picked is about as wide as it is tall. We’re re-arranging our entire living room to accommodate it.

Caroline and Margaret thoroughly enjoyed the adventure and dinner afterwards at Grammie and Grandpa’s house. Caroline has recently enjoyed asking us to tell her stories about our childhoods. I think my dad started this. Now, whenever she’s going to the bathroom, “Tell me a story about when you were a little girl.” In the car, “Tell me a story about when you were a little girl.” At bedtime, “Tell me a story.” Her little habit has encouraged us to relive lots of memories, especially about Christmas. It is so fun to see the girls stepping into traditions themselves and making sense of what we are celebrating with such enthusiasm.