We dug the fake tree out of the crawl space the Sunday after Thanksgiving and set to decorating. We covered our tree with splendor and it was Ethan's turn to crown it.
He is still small enough to be lifted up to put the angel on the tree, with a little creativity.
One proud father.
And one proud son.
Thank heavens he isn't too old for the tradition, even if he is almost eighteen. Eighteen! I have to go cry in a corner now.
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