But I have to say, the whole decorating process was a little more emotional then I thought it would be. So many memories. Good memories. There was the ornament Amy and I received our first Christmas together. There were the Indiana and Kentucky ornaments [she would have talked trash this year in light of Saturday's game]. There was Emrie's first ornament. Every ornament had a story. If I can be honest, there were some memories I had no problem entertaining but there were others that were far too painful. To boot, in a moment of exhaustion and frustration, Emrie started crying for her mom. That just about did me in. As if it wasn't hard enough.
Don't get me wrong. The whole process was enjoyed by all. I want to develop new traditions and make new memories...it was just a whole lot harder then I thought it would be. But it's over. The tree is up and I need to finish my Christmas shopping before the big day.