When my siblings and I were younger, every Christmas we would walk out on the land hunting a tree. We hated it! The walks lasted forever. Turns out, the tradition has passed on to the next generation, and I didn't hate it one bit! (Neither did the girls, at least the first half of it.) Bright and early on a very chilly morning, Koby, my dad, the girls and I went walking to find a Christmas tree.
We walked and walked and walked! Paige did great, until she didn't. Then the waterworks turned on and she got a shoulder ride out of the deal. (The burn mark in the center of her forehead is from a hearing test done a week earlier. Good news, all the internal hearing structures function just fine!)
We took her tears as a "hurry up" and cut down the next reasonable tree we found. Charlotte was so proud! She did her best to help each step of the way.
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