We put up the Christmas tree today. The girls went from the tree to the end tables to the counter tops, decorating every flat surface in the house.
As I was draping lights on the tree, Olivia exclaimed over and over, "It's going to be so gorgeous."
And in the end, it is.
This was the first year she was truly able to help hang ornaments from the tree branches. She loved it. She oohed and ahhhed over every single bulb that went on that tree.
Both girls stood anxiously at the door to the garage, waiting for me to bring in each new box filled with Christmas goodness.
And even though we were faced with not one but two dead mice at the bottoms of a couple of boxes of decorations, we plowed through. I lit candles to help cover the smell of death and instead, we inhaled artificial pine and pepperment scents as we continued to turn our home into a Christmas wonderland.
In the end, Olivia gasped, "It's better than we even dreamed."
Alyssa, on the other hand, declared, "We have the smallest Christmas tree in the whole world." This came after visiting Gram's house, where a very large, very bright Christmas tree greeted us from her front window.
Ahhh, Lyssie...someday, you too, can have a huge Christmas tree. Until then? Our small little dream will have to do.
A mom, a dad and two daughters. We're living ordinary lives with a twist of 5p- (Cri du Chat) for spice. But we're about so much more than our younger daughter's genetic diagnosis.
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