Trees, traditions, and changes.

As we begin this month of December our home is filled with an emotion I can’t quite describe. If things go as we have them planned at this moment this will be our last Christmas in this home, in this state, for a while. I continue to look for the nudge, a little voice “yes, keep going” “this is right” I keep hearing it, I keep feeling it in the slightest way. That doesn’t keep the swell of reminiscing all the years we’ve been here from coming. We are all faced with lasts. Some we prepare for and some take us by surprise. Some lasts we see coming, and some hit us hard. As we piled in the truck to head to John T. Nieman’s last Sunday to pick our tree we could all sense something different. We weren’t talking about next year yet, but it was hanging in the air. We laughed, we drove by our old home, we finally choose a tree, we were exactly us. I realized we are exactly us. No matter what home, what state or country. We are us. We may have a new home a year from now, we may visit a new tree farm, we will still hang the same ornaments. It will still be our tradition. The tradition is what will live, it will be unchanged.

May you and yours have a beautiful Christmas season this year.