We did something this weekend that I've been so excited for ever since we got married...we got our first Christmas tree! And it's an awesome one, if I do say so myself. We got up early Saturday morning, donned our rain gear, got it the baby blue and rode the 45 minute drive out to Mt. Baker National Forest where we acquired our permit to chop down a Christmas tree of our choice. You might have noticed that I specified rain gear. No, that was not a mistype. Unfortunately this winter season has been uncharacteristically dry, so there was not a flake of snow to be found anywhere near where we were at, which denoted slightly from the experience, but we managed to make it fun anyway. Last year, Isaac and Justin took their small group out to get Christmas trees and there were several feet of snow which led to many a snowball fight that day. Not today. But alas, we trudged on and spotted the perfect tree rather quickly - tall enough, but not too tall, filled in so it isn't too scraggly. Isaac cut her down, we put her in the back of the baby blue (you know you have a great car when your entire Christmas tree can fit inside of it) and brought her to her new home. We left her naked in our living room for a few hours until our little Christmas party that evening. Out of Tommy and Mo, Justin and Alex, we're the only couple getting a tree, so we invited the others over to basque in the glow and help their environmentally unfriendly friends decorate our
treasure (notice Tommy sticking himself with a needle and Morgan, his beloved wife, laughing at him). It was a great time! We strung lights, popcorn and cranberries and hung the precious few ornaments we have, and we love it! Our first married ornament came from Hannah and Mike this summer, and we made sure to put that one on first. (Thanks, friends!) And there we are with our candid first-Christmas-tree-as-
a-married-couple shot. We ended the night, as any Christmassy evening should be ended, with a viewing of the Polar Express. Sigh. I love Christmastime.