growing up we ALWAYS had a real tree, it wasn't until we had all moved out that my mom decided to get a fake one (much to the dismay of some of her daughters)
i loved the search for the perfect tree each year at the neighboring tree farm and the fresh pine smell that filled the room when we set it up in the house. a family tradition that i would like to pass on to my kids.
so once again this year (a little earlier than our usual mid december outing since miss baby girl is due to arrive any day) we made the trek to a local tree farm to find the perfect tree.... and we found it :) i mean this one is perfection! fresh pine smell and all.
"I pick this one"
watching Daddy cut down the tree
decorating the next day!