By: Lauren Spagnoletti
We had been dating just a month. It was getting serious, and important elements of life kept creeping into our conversations.
At lunch, he joked that maybe I could convert to Judaism. I laughed. He wasn’t joking.
He said he would never, ever want a Christmas tree in his house. He didn’t understand why anyone would want such a huge piece of the outside to be inside their home.
I probably looked horrified at the suggestion that I never have a tree again.
We married about a year later. And he carried the huge tree four blocks to our apartment.