A Christmas Tree story

Hi, my name is Gigi and I'm a Christmas fanatic. There, now that we've got that out of the way, you won't judge me when I say that we put up 3 Christmas trees in our house (don't forget, no judging). But I'm only here to talk about one, the smallest one in fact. 

I posted this picture on Instagram the other day of my boys decorating their own mini tree in their bedroom. They only have a few ornaments for it and I let them each choose a tinsel garland to add some flair. It was so cute seeing them decorate this little tree.

This tree is actually pretty old and very special to me. It's the first tree my parents bought when they moved to my childhood home. They were young immigrants, starting a brand new life for their family in America. I remember this little tree being perched on top of a footstool in our living room. We even took a family picture with it, all of us sitting on the floor next to it since it was so small. As the years passed, my parents elected for full size, fresh trees but never got rid of this one. It was relegated to the rafters in the garage for many years, until I resurrected it for my college apartments. 

Now this unassuming little tree gets to be the star again, adored by two little boys. It continues to do its job, bringing some holiday magic to their bedroom. But more importantly, it reminds me of my parent's humble beginnings and how their hard work paved the way for my sister and I. I will never forget where we started and I will always have gratitude for where I am today.