What do you remember about your first Christmas as a newlywed?
I remember picking out our tree. We got married the week before Thanksgiving, and we were both still in college. On the Sunday of Thanksgiving break, I suggested that we put up a Christmas tree.
Daddy’s car died on that freezing winter day as we headed to the first Christmas in his new house.
He said we’d have to walk the rest of the way. I was frightened, afraid to fall on the ice. He carried my sister but couldn’t carry me and stay balanced. He took my hand and we began walking, watching every step.