Last week Marcos made mulled wine and homemade pizza. We turned on cheesy Christmas music and unwound strings of white lights. I forced Fitz to take pictures with me. I love Christmas and I was feeling mushy and sentimental putting the tree up as a fam. It feels special sharing this tradition with my child.
Fitz loves his house and was a bit uneasy about the tree taking up so much valuable play space. I love the ritual and nostalgia of putting up the tree.
This year we have a little man who loves to eat everything so the bottom of the tree was left minimal. Its incredible to think about what a difference a year makes! Last year I was so pregnant around this time.
This year, we have our greatest gift, our Fitzgerald.