The crash...

Well the beautiful Christmas tree lasted all of an hour. We had just settled in to watch a little "Gray's" last night when we heard the crash. The tree fell over crushing most of our ornaments. In my pregnant state, this sent me over the edge. I spent the following hour crying over the ornament my Dad gave me at age 10 (Scarlet O'Hara from Gone With The Wind, one of my fav. movies), the new ornament my mom had just bought with Emma's name on it, and many other sentimental treasures that were now shattered on the floor of our dining room. Poor John Allen had no idea what to do with me. He just kept saying that we would replenish all of the ornaments. Doesn't he understand that some of them are irreplaceable? Well, we finally got the tree back up and cleaned up the water and shattered glass on the floor. Hopefully the tree will not fall again, it very well might put me into labor. :)