Biltmore House

Walking through the front doors of Biltmore House was like stepping back in time.  

I could feel the decades melt away as we passed through the front gate. A winding road led us through acres of woodlands. Our shuttle followed a small creek that cut through tree-covered hills and fields until the woods gave way to the most spectacular view of Biltmore House.

Biltmore is especially lovely at Christmas. The estate puts its best foot forward, showing off rooms cloaked in holiday trimmings and festive decor. Biltmore House, in all its Gilded Age glory, boasts tapestries, paintings, sketches, and other works of art from floor to ceiling. The window treatments, the furniture, the architecture display a stunning attention to detail.   

Our tour, although brief, took my breath away. 

To top it all off, Asher was a perfect angel during our visit. Two women stopped me during the tour to marvel at how well he was behaving. After the tour, I realized that we were either really brave or really crazy to bring a three-year-old who had just taken a 12-hour car ride to a Victorian-era estate where one fragile piece of artwork costs more than his parents' yearly salary.

In addition, the tour was a birthday gift from my wonderful husband who endured the estate's holiday chaos while listening to me read the informational brochure throughout the.entire.house. That's love, people!