The children sat on the hay bales and waited for the tractor and wagon to come pick us up and take us to the field where we could find a beautiful Douglas-Fir.
We hopped off the wagon, and within minutes we found the tree we wanted.
Dad cut and cut and cut while K held back the branches. He almost gave up, but K cheered him on. He wanted to stop mid-way through (not really) but K told him, "You've already started cutting down this tree, you have to finish."
Mom and the kids posing by the tree after we all yelled, "Timber!"
But she wasn't any help when it came time to tie the tree down to the top of our van.