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My tree cried. I thought.

Every blessed needle sprinkled to the ground as if it were mourning all Christmas past. With sadness it was disassembled today and all of its glistening adornments boxed away with hope to bring joy to our home once again. It was indeed a fire hazard. 

This past year was one fraught with boundless love and new life, laughter and tears, trauma, sadness, perseverance, doubt, health scares, aging parents and  fragile circumstances and lightning strikes. 

As I cleaned the piles of needles up off the carpet, I told myself that the tree was not crying. ( it’s moments like this that I question my sanity ) 😳 I decided that it symbolically released all of the negativity that we as a family might be holding on too.  We can bring in this new year and this opportunity for change with a focus only on ourselves and the blessings we have both as individuals, a family and the greater community. 

Bring it 2019. We are stripped bare. We will cherish you and all you have to offer. We will be here waiting with only hope and faith in one another to love unconditionally.  🌲💚💫.

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