Yesterday was D-Day–our semi-annual “Daddy Day.” In celebration of Scott’s birthday, we spent a beautiful Friday doing “Christmasy” things. We started the day with my death-by-chocolate muffins. Then we loaded up for a sojourn to NC to cut a tree. I received the wife-of-the-year award for planting Scott’s birthday present in his truck–a TomTom already programmed with the address of the Christmas tree farm. We ate at a sketchy sub shop in Cashiers where the strange and somewhat offensive owner gave Norah an ice cream cone. So that was nice, I guess. Then we wandered up to Highlands to buy a Christmas ornament–a ritual since high school. We selected a woodsy acorn made out of leaves to honor our Leaf. And we grabbed two wooden sea kayak ornaments. We found our way home on a winding unpaved road (which impressively was recognized by the GPS) and commenced tree-decorating. Scott and I have had some tense moments in our marriage decorating the tree. Scott is a decorator at heart and I’m…well…more of a sloppy slinger of ornaments. One year, I even tearfully boycotted the tree altogether. Maybe it was the hot apple cider, but we found a sort of symbiosis (granted Scott may have rearranged the deco after I went to bed). We ended the day curled on the couch with “It’s a Wonderful Life.” Ahhh.
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