We put the trees in water, in the barn, and there they sat until last weekend. In the midst of the snow storm, Brett broke the frozen water off of the base of the tall tree and we brought it into the house. I decorated it with red and gold lights and bulbs. It is the "formal" tree.
Today, Brett brought the smaller one in and I decorated it with multi-colored lights and ornaments with meaning; gifts from friends and ornaments handmade by the kids when they were small. Hanging the popsicle stick snowman and glitter crusted frames brings back memories.
In just a little more than a week they will be home. They are all grown up and living their own lives, but tonight my memory travels back to the days when there were Legos and dolls under the tree. My memory is selective, of course, choosing to ignore how lonely I was in that marriage and the constant exhaustion that went with the work of mothering small children. It's easy now to sit on the couch, sipping on hot tea, and selectively choose a memory here and there.
(Many thanks to Camille who gave me all these pictures)