Cutting Down the Tree

The first time we cut down a Christmas tree was when Jeff and I were coeds at BYU. We had sort of been dating for a few months as friends and we both lived in Park Plaza. His roommate Garon had two tags to cut down Christmas trees in Star Valley Wyoming. They gave one tag to my apartment and were getting the other tree for their apartment. Jeff and I drove up in his car all alone for all those hours and he did not hold my hand. I don't know if he was too scared or what. He still can't explain it. We ended up having some nice long talks and a total blast hiking through the mountains for a tree. 

This year the kids, Jeff and Kate's friend Megan went up to Palisades. Livvy and I waited at home. Because of the chilly weather, they pretty much picked one of the first trees that looked OK. We have had some crazy trees over the years. This one was right up there with the best of them. It was the biggest and widest right in the middle. We were tempted to shave it like they do in the Tree lots, but decided to go O-na-tur-al. It became beautiful after we decorated it. It ended up taking up half of our living room.