Tree Tagged and Bagged

After the work and school day had wrapped up last night, we headed to our favorite, traditional tree lot to choose our tree for the season.

We had the place all to ourselves, quickly selecting our perfect tree.

Since I had them all trapped in the car with me, I tootled around for awhile to look at Christmas lights.

I grew up with a dad who would regularly holler, “Let’s go for a ride!” Then Dad, Mom, and I would pile into his truck and drive around for hours. Those are very fond memories for me, so last night when Buds and I were tucked into bed and he told me, “Riding around with those kids of ours, talking and laughing, that wasn’t so bad. I wouldn’t want to do it every week, but every once in awhile is good.” That made my heart happy.