It took some planning and an early morning wake-up to ensure that all four members of the family would be present to decorate our Christmas tree this year. I have to say it is a beauty, 10’ and perfectly shaped. Afterward, we sat around watching a Christmas movie before we all went our separate ways. My son went back to college, my daughter went to a soccer game, and my husband and I worked on projects around the house.
Later that day, we discovered that our tree was either extremely thirsty or the base was leaking. The water was gone, and the rug was undeniably wet. The either/or was clear. At first, we thought it was impossible to fix. We would just have to deal with it. However, I realized that we needed to save that tree or our fragile joy would be destroyed. I did not care if I had to dismantle it and put it back together myself. That was my plan.
Scott went to the store and found the same base, so I stopped taking the tree apart. That meant it would be a quick change. However, it was a three-person job. Scott held the giant aloft while Ashley swiped the old base out. I then replaced it with the new stand, and with a little adjusting, our tree was back in place and all was right again.
This year the little things mean so much more to me. The time we spent together picking and decorating the tree was precious. It represents the commitment to and love for our family and our traditions. It holds our ornaments and memories of loved ones, adventures, passions, and milestones. It shines and brings us joy as we end this crazy year.