We forget so often that we live 30 minutes from THIS. And then we go and it all comes rushing back how blessed we are. Its been a few years since we forged the forest to cut down our own tree and it was time. The mountains were beckoning us and we answered. Tim's dad was in town and joined the ranks. Beautiful sunny day, a big group of church friends, leftover Thanksgiving food at friends' cabin afterward....an escape that was well worth the extra breathing room.
Dad found our charmingly sparse tree. Isn't she beautiful?
This family has grown rather dear to us. Tamara and I sing together for our church band and Max shows up here in his overalls to work on cars with Tim on a regular basis.
My little feisty heart.
Up she goes! Our favorite tree to date.
Our church does a bang up job on their nativity show. Dude sang his joyful heart out and Squirt did what she does - anything to NOT draw attention to herself.
Our little wise man. That he is indeed.
My tribe. I think I'll keep um.
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