Last weekend we decorated our beautiful tree. I pulled out the boxes or ornaments and it took SEVEN of us to get everything onto the tree. Finding the perfect spot was quickly replaced by "just FIND an open spot for that one!" and it was so funny to see this tree stuffed with ornaments. STUFFED. TK was chuckling about it when I was reminded of one of our first Christmases, when we had hardly anything on the tree--I kept picking up more and more to keep our tree from looking sad and empty.
Then I stood back and really looked at our tree this year...and saw not just a tree that was bulging with ornaments, but a testament to our wonderful life! There's the diamond ring in a velvet box ornament that Wendi gave us 9 years ago, just a few days after we were engaged, the delicate glass pacifier with the blue ribbon, glittery baby booties in pink and blue, construction paper and glue ornaments that Sam made in school, some favorites we've picked up in Cuttyhunk, Sam and Jane's favorite movie characters, mermaids and dinosaurs, and a little ballerina who looks remarkably like our Janie girl.
Our tree doesn't have a theme. Nothing coordinates or matches. But I look at it, and think of that first tree, and am almost overwhelmed with emotion. Everything I have ever wanted, all that I hold closest and cherish most, is represented in that tree. That tree holds the signs of our very happy life.
I wonder what next year's tree will hold...