Not only does our tree remind us of the Christ child, but also of the family He has created through us. Come take tour of our tree with me.
Many of our ornaments are based on memory.
Laughter was days old when Christmas morning came so his hospital wrist band hangs from our tree.
This year we fished just about every week through out the summer so each of the boys found a fishing themed ornament.
Our engagement picture.
A bell saved from our wedding reception.
Little boy pizazz thrown in all the decorating.
A home made gift from my strong man.
Man of the woods first Binky, that came off the market as we were looking to replace it. It took weeks to find one he would use. With his milk allergy it was need.
Memories of my over seas home. Somehow Strong man found this for me. It has Hungary's Christmas traditions written on the back.
And well, it is expected that some don't survive, or go MIA such as this one-while my youngest teethed he would always be chewing on a sock so we had a teeny tiny newborn blue sock hanging off the tree.
Man of the woods three year old hand print in his favorite color.
Not my idea of decorating, but this is a family thing...
The first year we were married Strong man gave me a weekend away ski trip knowing my love of the sport. Funny thing is he had no idea how to ski, so he spent much of his time looking like this small fellow. In fact the man who ran the chair lift asked him to kindly leave some snow for the rest of us.
They are not this fat, but if you look in the background of this picture you can see a spot of our crazy Sophi girl. I'd say the colors match pretty well.
The first word Man of the woods spoke was not Mama or Dada, but Ball...
You visit the earth and cause it to overflow; You greatly enrich it; the stream of God is full of water; You prepare their grain, for thus You prepare the earth. You water its furrows abundantly, You settle its ridges, You soften it with showers, You bless its growth. You have crowned the year with Your bounty, and Your paths drip with fatness. The pastures of the wilderness drip, and the hill gird themselves with rejoicing. The meadows are clothed with flocks and the valleys are covered with grain; they shout for joy, yes, the sing.
~ Psalm 65:9-13
1272. Tiny advent tree.
1273. Decoration filled with memories.
1274. Laughters joy over the star.
1275. Apple cider.
1276. Home made stew & bread.
1277. Christmas lights in the dark with cuddled with my strong man.
1278. Dancing to our wedding song with my strong man.