Monday, December 22, 2014

marriage letter: on tradition



Dear Jason, 

We've always bought our Christmas tree the weekend after Thanksgiving. You love the pine smell of a real tree and I love twinkle lights all month long. 

This being our first year in the house, with it's vaulted ceiling in the front room, we sprung for a taller, eight and a half foot tree. We were so excited for the way it would surely transform the entryway. And it did. For twenty four hours. If did until we realized it wasn't sucking any water and its needles simply dropped to the wood floor below. 

So we check the water in its base pretending some miracle will happen and the tree will come to life. And we laugh watching the other kneel under the bowed branches and declare no change in the water level. So we say no power to the strings of light around the tree and no heater because of that vent level with that tree's tippy top. And we laugh. We laugh through our shivers, clad in flannel and fuzzy slippers huddled on the couch by the fire. So we sit quietly upstairs at night and hear those plastic ornaments fall to the ground. And we laugh. We laugh deep belly laughs and shake our fists at our dud tree from Home Depot's lot.

Our tradition is joy in dried out moments and laughter in fallenness. And, so, tradition I shall honor always. And so, in the dry and the fallen and the brown of the tree, we'll be thankful the house doesn't burn down with that eight and a half foot kindling in its midst. 

Celebrating with you and for you and of you always,
amber
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These letters are the brainchild of Amber C. Haines and her husband, Seth. While they take a break from writing for the summer, I'm choosing to continue on my own. I write to remember mundane moments that would otherwise slip away, to hold tight to him, and to remember how life looks right now at this very moment, plus the chance for these letters to shed light on our marriage before children for our children because they won't know us as newlyweds otherwise.

9 comments:

  1. Katie @ A Beautiful Little AdvDecember 22, 2014 at 10:43 AM

    Awe your poor tree! Glad you are able to laugh it out. Our tree caused us stress this year too, falling over a week after we put it up, soaking our carpet, and breaking antique ornaments. So sad, but like you, in it together and making new memories and tales to tell. Merry Christmas and keep the love alive.

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  2. WE DID. And it just UGH. :) I think it wasn't our best purchase... But it's made us laugh over and over again so that's a win.

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  3. ME TOO. And the moment that December 26th rolls around that tree is GONE. Because I'm on pins and needles (ironic) about it catching our house on fire. You know, because, great.

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  4. I love this post idea! :) Thanks for sharing.

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  5. And you put a warm gallon (or however much) of water in there?!

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  6. I love traditions and fires and flannels. However, I could not for the life of me, find Loren male flannels with a matching top. Wa waaa.

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  7. Being married is my favorite because if something like that happened to you alone, it would probably be tear-worthy. But when you have a partner, it becomes a joke and a memory. Love love love these letters.

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  8. I absolutely love these letters, they are always so beautiful! Love letters are so important... with written words we can express some things that our minds/mouths can't properly explain. Beautiful <3

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