Every year since I was 7 or 8, my family went to Wheeler's Tree Farm to find, cut down, and haul back home our Christmas tree. Some years we'd walk there with the wheel-borrow (yes it was that close) and other years we'd hop in the bed of my dad's truck with the dogs.
Every year was fun and magical. The hunt to find the perfect tree; whether we wanted the fattest or the tallest. Last year was particularly special because it was Cory and my first newlywed Christmas. This year was more fun because of Gretta & Lucy. Once kids come around it will be magical.
The day we decided to go, of course it was pouring down rain. We headed over to my parents home and then got all bundled to go out. The rain didn't seem to let up so we just decided to go for it. Once we got there the rain suddenly stopped! It was perfect timing. The dogs did get wet and muddy but it was so fun seeing them run around like wild banchee dogs. We found our tree after a fairly short search and then headed home.
Hunting for a tree at Wheeler's was a family tradition of mine and I'm so happy that Cory wants to keep it going now that we have a family.
Christmas Trees & love
xo leah
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