Though I don’t have a picture of the actual tree, the very first memory that we will always have of re-moving into our house is putting up our Christmas tree together.  With nothing else in the house.  Just a sparkly Christmas tree.  And the four of us.  

Then we went to Wegmans and ate dinner, and talked about what our weekend ahead was going to look like.  I’m glad we took that time together. . . it was like the calm before the storm.  A nice couple of hours together in our new house before all mayhem began a couple days later.  

In twenty years–[when we are still living in the house], I will look back and smile and be happy that we chose to set up our Christmas tree together when it was obvious that a hundred other things could have been done first.  

We set up a little tree for Brayden too.  He was thrilled.  It has a happy home in his bedroom, up on his dresser.