our very first tree

A few weeks ago we set a night aside to go get a tree for the house. We couldn't find an open tree... shop. What do you call those things?

But then Ben, our friend with the good eyes, saw them. The rows of trees in which our trees were buried.

The man who ran the tree... shop stayed open fifteen minutes late for us.

Then I saw her. The little tree. The one that had to be our first. Overcome with Christmas cheer (and the woo-power of six outspoken personalities) he cut us a great deal and gave us both.

We love her. And Jimmy will name her but we have landed on a name yet.

(Sidenote: my husband names everything.)

But she is a beauty. And it is so fun to have a year of firsts like our very first tree.