My 1st tree. Not my first tree ever of course.
This tree holds a space in my heart however. From the moment I finally got the courage to drive to the lot to pick it out.
From picking it out and wrestling it into the back of my truck.
With every step it took to then maneuver it into the house by myself.
Putting it into the stand, my whole body shaking as I used one arm to hold it up and the other to furiously turn the balancing screws. All with a puppy wiggling his little butt around me and sniffing the big stick he thought I brought him.
Through the ordeal of putting the lights on and managing to find the bin of ornaments in the attic and hauling it down the ladder without killing myself.
This tree is my first all by myself and represents so many things for me. But more importantly it represents so many things IN me.
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