Abundant Life: Christmas Tree

Monday, November 26, 2007

Christmas Tree

With help from Shari, Shauna and Sarah, I picked out all new decorations for our tree this year. It looks better with the lights off and stuff, but I'd need to get out the tripod to get a decent picture. So until that happens, here you have it!

4 comments:

BryantNovember 28, 2007 at 9:36:00 AM MST
I like it. It looks kind of like our tree with all of those red ornaments.
ReplyDelete
Replies
trumboDecember 1, 2007 at 8:55:00 AM MST
It appears that I bought the same ornaments that you did from target... And we also have ribbon around the whole thing. Sorry. Yours looks great. I have a picture of mine on the blog so you can compare. I guess we both just have great taste. :)
ReplyDelete
Replies
tiffanyDecember 3, 2007 at 6:28:00 AM MST
Beautiful. We don't have a tree up at all. Ah. . . the joys of packing.
ReplyDelete
Replies
Stacey PDecember 18, 2007 at 3:59:00 AM MST
Hang in there - you have your hands full!
I hope you have a wonderful Christmas!
Love,
S
ReplyDelete
Replies

Add comment

words to live by

Make up your mind to be happy-even when you don’t have money, even when you don’t have a clear complexion, even when you don’t have the Nobel Prize. Some of the happiest people I know have none of these things the world insists are necessary for satisfaction and joy. Why are they happy? I suppose it is because they don’t listen very well. Or they listen too well-to the things their hearts tell them. They glory in the beauty of the earth. They glory in the rivers and the canyons and the call of the meadowlark. They glory in the love of their families, the stumbling steps of a toddler, the wise and tender smile of the elderly. They glory in honest labor. They glory in the scriptures. They glory in the presence of the Holy Ghost. One thing I know for certain: the time we have here goes by far too quickly. Don’t waste any more time sitting on the bench watching life pass you by. -- Joseph B. Wirthlin

words to live by

When despair for the world grows in me, and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be -- I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought or grief. I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free. --Wendell Berry