Oh Christmas Tree

We kept this weekend open, so yesterday afternoon, I brought our Christmas tree inside. I helped wrap the lights, because that part is easier with four hands, but when it comes to hanging the ornaments, I leave that to Jilda.
She is very meticulous, when it comes to decorating so I try to give her room. Time has taught me not to question, but to attach the little hooks and hand them to her when she wiggles her fingers.
She never takes her eyes off the tree so I have to rely on subtle signs that she needs something. A wiggling finger, a cocked head, a barely audible grunt, or hip that's thrust to the starboard instead of port.
Sometimes it takes a mind reader to hand her the right thing, but again, time has been a friend to me. I simply act as the DJ, and drink provider.
At times it's hard to see where she's headed with a particular design, but I've learned that I don't have to envision the outcome, while the work is in progress.
I shot this picture while there was still light outside, long before the crystal stars, snowflakes, and icicles were hung.
When she finished the tree, we turned off the overhead lights, sat on the couch sipping eggnog, and listened to Windham Hill's December.
Today, Jilda has spent most of the day painting Christmas cards. It is a tremendous amount of work, but she wouldn't have it any other way. Many of those who get her cards, frame them.
It's been a good weekend, although due to the tragedy in Connecticut, we've both had heavy hearts.
Our thoughts and prayers go out to those families there.