It was about 6:30 p.m. on Sunday night when the tree specialist arrived at our house to diagnose the Christmas tree. Yes, you read that correctly. Our Christmas tree received a housecall.
The fate of our fir had been teetering on the brink for almost 24 hours at that point, and now, our moment of reckoning was at hand.
Looking back, something seemed a bit off as soon as we brought it into the house Saturday afternoon, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. Sensing that maybe I just needed to dig in and decorate, I did just that, adorning it with 1,000 twinkling lights before enlisting Colton’s help with the ornaments. And when I finally stepped back, the tree looked stunning if i do say so myself.
Although it seemed to be leaning ever so slightly. Or maybe it was just me. [Read more…]