The stockings were hung.

Yesterday we went to Wal-mart, (I am ashamed to say one of my favorite stores) to get our Christmas tree and decorations. B. talked me into a fake Christmas tree this year, even though I LOVE a real one. As much as I complained about getting a fake one, I have to say it turned out really nice, well beautiful is more like it. We got home, put the tree up, decorated the mantle with garland and lights and hung the stockings. We also bought a massive star to hang from the front porch. B. is in the process of building me an arbor to decorate with Christmas lights, so the outside is the next project to tackle. We found out in the process of decorating that C. hates garland. I mean she is absolutely terrified of it, she also is not to fond of touching the tree, hopefully she'll warm up to the Christmas decorations though.
I sat on the couch last night after everyone went to bed, drinking some milk and looking at our tree and the decorations. I love the way that Christmas lights look and most of all I love the feeling of comfort that you get from looking at a twinkling Christmas tree. This time last year we weren't in the best of positions, I was 7 months pregnant and we had just left Savannah in a hurry due to jobs disappearing, we had to leave what had been our home for four and a half years at the spur of the moment, and we weren't sure what we were going to do. We moved in with B.'s parents which was a blessing,B. got a good job, I had C. in March and we lived with them for 8 months. In late August we got our house. I sat and thought about how blessed we have been, blessed with a beautiful baby girl, blessed with love for each other that has been tested and that has succeeded, blessed with a loving family, blessed with jobs, blessed with a house that we have made into home, and blessed with little things like Christmas trees.