A Wyoming weekend

For Thanksgiving we headed up to Wyoming where Mike is from. If I ever feel the need to see my husband in his happiest moment, all I have to do is suggest a trip up there. His bags are packed and usually in the trunk of the car before I even begin to decide what to bring. And by the time we're back home again, he acts like he's punished and doomed to remain in the city for the rest of his life. We had a good time with his family. I had my first experience of actually going to the mountains to pick out our Christmas tree and cutting it down, instead of going to a grocery store parking lot and finding one, or even pulling out the old fake one from the basement. It was freezing cold, (which is why I didn't bother with a camera) and as soon as I found one that would fit the part that thing was chopped down and in the back of the pickup before I knew it. We also cut off the boughs from the bottom of the tree, so I'm going to attempt making my own wreath for the front door. I'll post pictures if it turns out halfway decent! I should add one more thing to my thankful list: Wyoming- for making my husband SO happy.