Because, of course, we’re not just hanging a silver glittery ball or a tiny red straw Santa.
We’re hanging memories.
“Atrocious,” he replies with a smile. He attempts to hang it on the back of the tree (because, really, it is rather ugly), but I move it front and center.
Every year, each ornament brings us back to the years earlier – first love and cuddling next to the fireplace; raising our kids as the toys go from wooden puzzles to video games and then gift cards; and then a tiny ornament frame of the first grandchild.
Just like our memories.
Do you have a favorite hanging memory?