Oh Christmas Tree

I cry all the time. I love crying. Sad news articles, goopey commercials, good books, pictures of bears trying to climb into tiny buckets. Tears. Last year my fave was some jewelry commercial where a mom was rocking her new babe by the tree. I would rewind it over and over if I wanted a good cry. If Jared even attempted to interrupt my tear fest I would throw anything within arms reach to shut him up. My animals learned to duck and cover. My husband never learned anything. Too wild to tame.

In my head I could just see myself with my sweet little babe the next year. Well it happened tonight. My perfect little monster was mad and growly and on the verge of burning down a church so I walked him around the tree and sang pretty little songs. He fell asleep on my shoulder and I wanted to freeze time right there. My baby, my tree, my cold December night. My baby. I know tomorrow when I'm at work or next month or year or decade when I'm having a gray day I'll close my eyes and think of right then and feel much warmer.

Our not so little Christmas tree. :)