This year we bought a permit and set out with some friends to chop down a Christmas tree in the mountains. Who knew that Smokey the Bear would be there waiting for us?
One of us was determined not to rush the process. We tried to carry her, but Elisabeth was adamant about her desire to walk. And so we ambled along, at a whopping pace of fifteen feet per hour. Eventually we decided to implement Plan B, which involved the dads going on ahead into the wildnerness to search for Christmas trees. The moms and kids stayed behind to play "Pioneers" and "Hide & Seek". Unfortunately, the dads came back empty handed. This was surprising, since we were in the Rocky Mountains and all, but apparently there is a shortage of aesthetically appealing pine trees in that particular area.
Since lunch time (and nap time!) were fast approaching we finally looked around and said, "Um, okay. How about that one!"
Thank goodness we brought our trusty Boy Scout along to secure our tree to the roof of the car. Since the tree only has eleven branches, we couldn't afford losing any of them on the drive home.
Perhaps a bit anorexic looking, but no matter. We found, chopped down, and carted home our very own Christmas tree!
Lauren, I read your blog occasionally because it's a link from Steph and David's. What a cute mom you are, and I love the things you focus on (including your Thanksgiving scripture). Keep teaching those FHE lessons on gratitude and be mean more often--you're obviously way too nice and doing too much. Your daughter has no idea how lucky she is.
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You're in the Rockies?! Where's all the snow!? Looks like fun. And the way you tell the story makes it even more fun. Love ya!
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