out finding the perfect fraser fir last saturday (in the rain!)
i asked the kids if they wanted to stay in the car while bryan and i went to select the tree, and they were having none of that. i'm always acting like the rain is kind of a big deal, and they're always acting like it's definitely not a big deal, and i forget moments like when they step off a plane in utah and ask why is it so dry? and where are all the trees? and what does this color brown mean?
that these kids are born and bred in the rain.
as indicated in this pic, dallin only had eyes for the saw.
my life with boys who love sharp things.
this year's perfect fraser fir.