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Two years ago, when my boys were 2, 4, and 6 they knocked over our Christmas tree on a regular basis. The whole tree, water and all, would come crashing down. Ornaments would be broken and lights would be tangled and about a gallon of water would be pooling across the living room floor. I remember one day when they knocked the tree over three whole times during one 24hour period.

We have had our Christmas tree for two weeks, sure many of the ornaments are scattered around on the floor and a few of them are broken, but our tree has not been knocked over once. Not a single time!

Through the slow but steady march of time my three little cyclones are growing up. Bittersweet and beautiful is this journey of parenting them. And as I look at our tree, resplendent…ish in the corner. I can’t help but smile. For some moments are sweeter than others.


I promise you a crazed animal, a concussion, and a kiss in every single're welcome!

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