Austin, my oldest son, was ever the eager one, and Christmas decorations brought out that desire to be in the middle and in control. He was an excellent helper each year, and now at 22, with a baby on the way, still went up in the hills to bring his mom a tree. In this picture there is a little five year old boy I miss like crazy, even though I adore the man he has become.
I know if my oldest was nearby, he'd probably help me with a tree, but since we've been traveling the last few years I haven't had one. I do miss it- but not all the work I had to do putting it up and taking it down. Sweet shot!
I'm sure that this little guy lives in there quite intact. Heard an interesting view that all our selves at all ages are intact, just have new layers around them.
