“It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas!”
Yes, feel free to sing that in your head…it’s ok, I did.
This weekend’s mission with the boys was to get our Christmas Tree, and with the addition of some snow, what better way to enjoy it than taking some pictures too!
So after a slight detour to Kohl’s to pick out some items to complete their outfits, we set out in the mild 29° weather through the tree farm! Which shout out to Hansen Tree Farm and their amazing location!
As the boys and I were walking through the endless rows of trees, the conversations were abundant and completely random. Discussing footprints, animals tracks, different kinds of trees, why some trees were purple, chemicals and ingredients in hand warmers, what they want Santa to bring them, tractor rides, and the list goes on and on.
But it made me think about about one thing from my childhood growing up.
I don’t remember the toys I got from Santa, the gifts from my parents, the latest craze that every kid seemed to have after Christmas vacation was over.
I remember the home cooked meals that Grandma would spend all day and night preparing which no one could reproduce. I remember the nonstop playing with all of my cousins that we saw only a handful of times a year. I remember the staying up all night building forts with every pillow, sleeping bag and blanket we could get our hands on. I remember long car rides to and from Chicago to Wisconsin. I remember my mom making breakfast for my brothers and I and building snow igloos using 5 gallon buckets and freezing water just to have a place to play.
I remember being with family.
I’ll bet money that 20 years ago I would have a different perspective, but as I reflect over the past as I get older, I’d take family over anything else in a heartbeat.
Material things are replaceable. Family is not. Would I be heartbroken and upset if my camera were to get lost, stolen or broken? Oh absolutely! I’d probably even cry. But I could always get another.
So as the holiday season continues, I know that I can always rely on family and friends. I know that I can cherish every second I have with the boys and capture the moments of their silly faces when dad makes them always take pictures, which I might add, they really seemed to like the vests.
I hope everyone is fortunate to have someone to spend the holidays with and be able to live, love, and laugh and know that in a moments notice, anything can happen.
Merry Christmas everyone!