We stopped nat the Ranger’s station to grab a permit to cut our tree, and a map to know where to go this year. We headed to the same place we have the past few times.
So we head up the road. Walking. Searching for the perfect tree.
The road was closed this year, but it doesn’t matter. W e came to play in the snow.
Up a smaller road. Covered in snow. What a treat!
Siena and Lucas uncovered few of these tiny trees, that had been covered by the latest snow fall.
As some of us were searching and looking at the perfect tree, some of us where making perfect snow balls.
To play an impromptu game of “hit the hole” or something like that.
Until we found it. Yup! This is The Perfect Tree!
And lucky us now, that the kids are big enough they can take turns helping carrying. There was one year we were down hill, cutting the tree, Siena still tiny in a backpack. Mark carrying most of the tree and her uphill. Or the one year, when Lucas was just one, was being carried in the backpack, us walking slow at Siena’s pace, and Mark carrying most of the tree as well.
For many years now, the kids have been walking on their own, and Mark still carrying most of the tree. This year. The kids walking on their own and carrying a good portion of the tree, and even for a while, both of them carrying the tree as Mark and walked behind, watching them. Yes, I was watching them grow right there, and I paid attention, because I know how fleeting these moments are.
After playing in the snow, walking in to find our tree, playing in the snow, sawing, carrying, talking, laughing, and walking back to the car with our loot, as our tradition says, we enjoyed a mug of hot chocolate with marshmallows and snacks, waiting for us in the car. Aaaahhhh, fresh cold winter air filled my lungs. A new year with this simple, wonderful family tradition and the perfect tree standing in our living room today.