She turns to look through the window so I can’t see her face, probably to swallow back tears, “Bree, please don’t get upset babe. I want to hold on to you too.” She takes a deep breath and turns back to me with tears in her eyes, not yet fallen, “I know.” Coming to a stop, I quickly squeeze her hand and climb out of the truck. Seeing Bree taking in a lung full of air, “You like the smell of the trees?” I ask, walking to stand beside her. “I love the smell and it really gets me in the Christmas spirit…. Oh look, they have a Christmas shop over there. Can we go in before we leave?” Laughing, “Well, unless I want a naked tree, I guess we better visit the shop.” Grinning, “Come on lets go choose you the perfect tree.” We walk through the front row of trees, which Bree won’t let me look at; she leads me deeper through them. Slowing down, she waits for me to come up beside her. She slips her hand into mine, holding on tight, away from the crowds in the lot, we continue to browse around looking for ‘the’ tree.
