Gary and I put up our Christmas tree last night. We watched Elf, drank holiday beverages from Starbucks, and sprinkled glitter all over our apartment like we do every year. It's one of my favourite things to do, even if fluffing the tree makes me feel weirdly itchy.
Em and the tree have co-existed in the space for less than an hour and we've already reminded her to be"GENTLE" and to "Look with your eyes! Your eyes! Not your hands!" more times then I can count. It's going to be a long month.
But oh, the look on her face when the three of us tiptoed into the living room at 5:30 this morning and she saw the tree for the first time, shimmering, sparkling, glowing.