Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday by far. I love working in the kitchen and having the house smell delicious, like Gram's kitchen. I love having family visit and cooking with them. I love slowing down and counting all the joys in life. However, Christmas is a close second. The primary reason is because each ornament on the tree has a story.
On our fifth Christmas and our fifth year of marriage there was a snow storm in October that dumped three feet of snow. We where home with two little boys for a few days going stir crazy. So we took some flour, water, and a few other ingredients boiled them together and made our own Christmas ornaments to pass the time. We have some wild looking ones that hang on the tree as the boys were only two and three.
This bell and a few others sat on the tables at our reception. Every time it rang we kissed. Now it hangs on our tree.
This one holds our engagement photo.
This one marks our first Christmas.
This was Man of the woods favorite pacifier.
Laughter was only 9 days old when he experienced his first Christmas.
This year we have the biggest tree we've ever had. It is my favorite tree, marking another year of marriage, parenthood and sweet memories.