Over the weekend Adam and I bundled up and braced ourselves for the cold and made the trek out to Aldergrove to go pick out our annual Christmas tree.  We have started a tradition where we go and wander around some tree lots until we find our perfect tree.  And believe me, it’s not easty.

Me: How about this one?!
Adam: It’s too bushy, we’re not getting a bushy tree.
Me: Umm okay… (continue to look)….

Adam: How about this one?!
Me: It’s too sparse, we’re not getting a sparse tree that looks like a Charlie Brown tree!
Adam: Umm okay….(continue to look)….

Me: How about this one?!
Adam: That’s a good, one, remember that one!
Me: Ummm okay….how we going to remember it since we’re surrounded by trees?!
Adam: Well it’s lined up with that water tank there, so that is how.

5 minutes later we go searching for that tree….

Adam: Is this the tree?!    Staring at a tree that could be it, but we’re not sure.

Eventually we both end up compromising cause we’re cold and just want to go home.  But we always end up with a not too bushy, not to sparse looking tree.