Nothing was more sacred to my husband Mike than picking out the Christmas tree. Now we don’t have high ceilings and not much space but he always picked the biggest fattest tree. Of course we laughed and laughed while he struggled to get it to fit. Then the wait till the branches fell before he would put on the lights.

Mike would sit for hours under the Christmas tree just enjoying the season of lights. Hope and love.
I put up the tree again without you as I continue to honor all the things you enjoyed. And yes, I ordered more Christmas lights because you always said there wasn’t enough.