really this time could have been better. usually the rough spots fade and the photos remind me of the joy, but the irriation of this experience is still clear to me. none of it was bad or over the top, but so much of it could have been better. the ride was too long for the late afternoon funk. here we have hiding, pestering and hitting.
it was cold.
there was a great deal of giddy defiance. kind of a keep-myself-warm-and-awake-and-not-fainting-of-hunger defiance. basically what we said to do, they did the opposite.
but once we got to the open, they had greater freedom. i suddenly did not care what tree we got, just as long as we got one.
they (meaning all kids and jerry) DID care and there was plenty of “no! this one!” “how about this one?” “no. way.” “here is the PERFECT one!” “no. it’s. not.” all four of them are in this photo…
but we found one. we hunted and gathered.
this was the best moment. team work. yes.
then some shaking and after a quick stop to pay and drink a warm one, eliza had to go to the bathroom. layers off and then on again.
home to more chaos surely intensified with the traditional coke, chocolates, egg nog, nuts and clementines. sunglasses (and so much more) on the tree. wow.