Our first Christmas, we wanted a real tree from a real tree farm. We hiked up the side of the mountain looking for the best tree. “That tree’s too small. That tree’s too large. This tree’s juuuuu-st right.” The nice tree farmer sent it through the machine; tied it up all nice and skinny with twine. Off we went to our really tiny apartment. We drug that tree into the corner and cut the twine. The tree literally filled the entire living room. We laughed so hard, we cried. We smooshed the tree until the branches stood straight up against the wall. Our friend came to visit a few days later and was like, “Duuude! Nice tree…where’s your living room?”
And then there was that REEEE-ALLY awesome boss Brian had back when our first baby was born. I was in labor for half the week. When we finally got to bring her home, we thought he’d would have to go back to work the next day. His boss volunteered to work for him. He ended up being off work two weeks (with pay)! We locked the door and hid from the world. Our babymoon.
There was the time we went to Grady’s Restaurant in Johnson City, TN. (It’s not even there anymore.) We requested our table about 7:00 pm. They told us we’d have a 40 minute wait. We waited so long we each had a sleeping girl in our lap. Even though they didn’t give us a table until 9:00, we couldn’t be mad because we had our first date in a long time.
I’ll never forget the day we went hiking at the Breaks. The beautiful blue skies. Four miles, four children, we heard the strangest noise – like rushing water! Brian grabbed up the littles, I called to the bigs. We took off running. Too late! We were soaked in the sudden down pour of rain! All six of us laughing so hard under the tree.
That’s the thing about memories. You don’t realize you are making them until you look back.