today, is our traditional day to go christmas tree picking outing. over night and this morning i had a dream about being at my grandmas house. i always have these dreams about grandmas house, but grandma is never there. i told my parents and they said it was grandpa. i don't have any memory of grandpa, or physically seeing him, but i do have memories of doing things with him. it's his way of telling me that he's watching over me. well we went about our day for an hour or so and dad found a penny in his tree-cutting coat. the year on it was 1997, the year grandpa died. it's a tradition for us to put a penny on the stump of the tree we cut down. when we got in the car to leave, the clock said 11:11. mom always wants a small tree. me and dad always want a big tree. we found a perfectly shaped tree. small, and with a huge tall trunk. we ended up getting it. on the way back we saw a yellow butterfly, but that's not all of what grandpa showed us. our little yellow bird that we always see flitting around our front window was there. we know the markings. it's an odd yellow bird, about the size of a large bumble bee. i was so excited. i had to write this down. good day!