Tonight we decorated the Christmas tree. As I sat on the floor and unwrapped each ornament, the kids asked about each one they hung on the tree. Rich always hangs the high, heavy ornaments. And we continuosly rant on about being careful and quit running around the ornaments. In the end of the madness we have a tree full of memories from the past. Each ornament signifies something to us; a vacation, our new home, our pool ... so many great memories.
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