We narrowed it down to two. The one on the left that Dad is holding was in the 6-8 ft section, and Taylor's is an 8-10. We were pretty set on that left one until we held it up next to the 8-10. It was really no contest. Look how much healthier the big one is!
The tree-guy and his pack of middle-school boys trimmed a little off the bottom, helped tie it to the roof of the truck, and we were on our way! I remember one year when we were little, Dad didn't have the top on the back of the truck so the tree just laid in the bottom. Andrew and Taylor and I hid down along the sides of it to hold it in place while Dad drove and we were SO excited -- ahhh the little things of childhood.
We got home and sent it through the window right into it's spot and the house immediately smelled like a happy, winter wonderland forest. I think we'll probably do the lights and ornaments sometime this weekend. Now, time to think about decorating my apartment!
(photos by e.hunt, and t.hunt)