Today's blog post is a humbling one. I had planned a much cheerier update for my first contact from Middle Tennessee, but in my efforts to remain personal and real, I know I have to share our story! Apologies in advance for how long this is, but there's a treat at the end if you read the whole thing!
Growing up, we would put up our artificial tree on black Friday and by Saturday every corner in our house had been touched by Christmas. The tree was beautiful with white lights, pearl string beads, red and gold ornaments, and a silver bell for all every Christmas my sister and I had been around for! One year my dad, sister, and I got to cut down a real tree to put in another room of the house. This tree had long needles and was more wide than it was tall. Mom had whipped up some fake snow and we got to decorate the tree with globs of this "snow," multi-colored lights and whatever wacky ornament our heart desired!