We went to pick out a Christmas tree with the Fulks tonight. Two years ago we did this with them in Michigan and it was snowing. Now we each have another addition in our families. Wesley stayed home with Grandpa and M.A. because he was still taking a nap.
After we found a tree, everyone came back to our house for enchiladas. I see an annual tradition forming with the Fulks: Christmas trees and enchiladas!