O Christmas tree

This past weekend, my dear friend Jenna (one of my Laurels) was taking care of Zeke for us. Needless to say she had a key to my house. When we came home on Sunday we found our house had been bombarded with hershey kisses, sticky notes, a HUGE welcome home sign, and construction paper chains every where. The chain on my tree is a part of the remains. With a little help from Sarah B (another Laurel), I can officially say that I feel loved!