December ushers in my absolute favorite time of year. And lately, it’s become apparent that Peanut is equally enthusiastic for Christmas. So, this weekend we decided to take advantage of the beautiful weather and do something we hadn’t in years – cut down our own tree (I say that loosely. A saw-wielding teenager actually did the dirty work).
It was an utterly perfect day. And although a mere 50 miles outside of New York City, we felt eons away. I hope this will become somewhat of a yearly tradition, a memory Peanut can hold on to as she grows.
It’s the stuff that holidays are made of.