After a pretty intense last month or so with very few quiet nights in, I was very much looking forward to a mellow, low key weekend in the valley. Thankfully, that’s just what I got.
On Saturday morning, I set out with the fam (including our adorable, little cousins) to our favourite Christmas tree farm in Fort Langley. We have a great family tradition of tree hunting at the Dogwood Christmas Tree Farm. The conditions this year couldn’t have been better. Snowflakes fell from the sky and landed on our noses. Christmas carols played on the speaker system throughout the property. We scoped out the perfect trees, cut ’em down and then enjoyed candy canes, plus cups of hot chocolate and apple cider while we warmed up by the fire. I have to say, the tree we chose this year is particularly perfect.
Last night it was time to decorate. Decorating the family tree is definitely one of my favourite holiday traditions. In fact, I get kinda Monica Geller-esque when it comes time to pull out the ornaments. Thus, I was in charge while my Dad passed out bottles of Granville Island Winter Ale. Mom helped with the lights and directed me in my bow placement as I entertained the crowd (aka sang aloud to carols, danced and took a verbal walk down memory lane with each decoration I pulled out of the box).
Three more sleeps until the BFF lands in Vancouver. I couldn’t be more excited to see him.