Last Sunday we headed up to the tree farm to find our Christmas tree. We trudged through the mud on a cold, drizzly afternoon, examining each and every tree on the farm until we found the perfect one. And then Erik got under the tree, on the wet, soggy ground, and cut it down. He strapped it to the car and we drove home drinking cocoa, and trying to get warm. It's the same every year, and we wouldn't have it any other way.
...and our beautiful girl.