Yesterday, Jimmy and I informed Kaitlin that the tree had been up long enough and we would be taking it down the following day. She cried herself to sleep. This morning, we painstakingly put each ornament away after kissing it good bye and wishing it a great year. Each and every ornament. As Jimmy dragged the poor dead tree out the door, our precious girl sobbed. She insisted on kissing the tree good bye and taking a final picture with it.