Oh Christmas Tree.

My tree is twinkling away in my living room. It makes me happy. It reminds me of trees past. Last year it stood cramped in the corner of our tiny, overprice apartment. It made me happy because it was Hubby's and my first tree. It was our first Christmas as a married couple. The year before it was in my grandparents house. It was fake, and covered with really old ornaments, but it was also across from the hall closet which held my wedding dress. The first time I sat at the Christmas dinner table, holding his hand, not worried about my dad throttling him across the table. The year before that, a hodgepodge of branches covered with lights stood in the corner of a house I rented with 4 other college girls. We sat around it, drinking hot cocoa, and dreaming about when we would someday have a house of our own, a husband and a tree of our own. That dream is now true. As I look back, each year took me closer and closer to that dream- the next year's blessing invisible from that year's treeside vantage point. Last year I never wouldve dreamed that I would be in a house that we owned. I dare not imagine a growing belly or tiny infant next Christmas...... but here's to treeside wishing.