We recently travelled to Pikes Peak National Park to find the perfect Christmas tree. Just for the record, we did buy a permit to cut down our tree.
It was a cold day, but a memorable day. We played, wrestled, laughed, ventured, and bonded together while hunting for the right toilet bowl brush…I mean, tree. We have been pretty spoiled having our pick of some truly perfect trees from the family farm, back in Ontario. Nana and Pa, we thank you for those many perfect trees and all those memories getting them each year!
Enjoy a little peak into the way we bond and make memories! Oh, and if you are wondering what is being chanted near the end…the kids are saying “Dave, Dave, Dave!” because they called our Christmas tree, last year, Dave. Inside joke. Hope your watching, Dave!