On Sunday, we went to get our tree. It was a beautiful warm day which made it even more fun… considering we were taking a two week old and three year old. A cold, snowy day was not in the cards for us, despite the magic of finding your tree under the falling flakes.
Phil grew up hunting for his charities at a local tree farm. It was a tradition he held with his mom. When Phil and I started dating we made the tree farm part of our holiday. The farm near Phil’s hometown is the best; small town, family run with great trees and everyone gets a popcorn ball on the way out. I look forward to our trip every year.
Two years ago, Mitchell made his first visit. We slid him into a red jumpsuit that ate him up and I carried him as we found our first tree as a family of three.
Last year Mitchell was a bit more involved. But nothing compared to the joy we saw in his eyes this year.
With a newborn, we opted to skip the hour plus drive to our favorite farm. But my best friend who grew up in this area, gave me a tip to the farm she grew up visiting with her family. We opted for the thirty minute drive and were so pleased to find a gorgeous sprawling farm perfect to find our tree this year.
Amelia was a dream and, despite several layers, stayed asleep and snuggled against my chest the entire time.
Mitchell was one hundred percent into the hunt this year. He jumped on the wagon and eagerly watched the tractor pull us out to the field asking a question a minute. When we got off, we started hunting and Mitchell weighed in on his take if the tree was happy or sad. I’m not sure how he defogger mood, but he was convinced.
When we found the perfect tree, Phil and Mitchell both used their saws to cut it down. (Bob the Builder saw was a lifesaver.)
We rode back to the entrance and watched our tree be ‘packaged’ to take home.
The day could not have been more beautiful, perfect or memorable.