My mom surprised Junior with his very own Christmas tree.
That’s her. She likes him just a little bit.
She had hinted around about a project she’d been working on, and made mention of a tree for Junior’s room, but I didn’t connect the dots, because though she used to be crafty back in the day, her hot glue gun has been retired for quite some time now. So when she presented him this little tree on Thanksgiving, it took me a minute to realize what she’d done.
She had made it for him.
I teared up a little. Not gonna lie.
I love how it is all boy, with blues and browns and warm flannels. It’s perfect for him right now, but it will grow with him too.
Some of the balls, she cut strips of fabric, then wrapped and glued them. Others, she wrapped in the fabric and tied at the top. Then added twine and a deep red ribbon.
Tiny pinecones peek out from the branches, and the garland is made of rusty hearts.
She added bells that jingle, and Junior loves getting his hands on those.
It is topped with a metal star and a twine bow.
The skirt is adorable and absolutely perfect. It is made of felt, but looks like leather, suede and cowhide. Love!
We’ve got it sitting in the living room for now, and Junior absolutely LOVES it.
He likes touching the prickly branches, the soft balls, and the jingly bells.
He photo-bombed me this morning when I was taking pictures of it for this post.
And since he’s not supposed to play with it by himself, lest he pull it over on top of himself, sometimes he’s got to enlist Toby as watch dog while he gets in some quick play time.
I am so thrilled for him to have this amazing gift from his grandmother. I can already picture it in his brand new room, glowing in the corner for years to come while he lays awake gazing at it listening for reindeer hoofs on the roof.
You can’t buy gifts like that.