O Christmas Tree...

I am happy to say that we finally have our tree up! And everything else... now the house feels all cozy and there's that special Christmas tree-light glow permeating the whole place. Aaahhhhh... This is kind of a Charlie Brown moment for me. And sadly, I think Kirby feels our tree is a tad bit Charlie-Brownish. But it's like something homey out of a story book. What more could we really ask of a tree? He picked a good one. Poor Jack got roped into pinning up a ribbonny garland around the living room, which makes him feel almost Grinchy... Oddly, he isn't a fan of garland. He was up sick more than once last night, with a nosebleed thrown in for good measure, but thankfully he felt pretty much better by lunchtime today, and I think he will have his energy back up by tomorrow morning. Mary and Emma were adorable, doing the tree ornaments, among other things. Kirby made some good headway with the outdoor lights, after setting up the tree, and ~calmly~ stringing on its lights. Dear man. (I am grateful that my neighbors had a garage sale this summer and sold us several boxes of outdoor icicle lights for $2 a box! :)  Now he's back at work for 'the evening shift'; this man just can't get enough of marking papers! The fun never ends... I am grateful for a hard working husband, the provider of so many of our blessings, and the one who bravely does it single-handedly so our children can have a full time mom. But that's a whole other ball of wax.

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