There is an ancient tradition in our family, that reaches all the way back to 2011, where we make paper chains for Advent for each member of the family.
Inside each link we write words of love, kind inspiration, encouragement, or ridiculous jokes. ( My favorite was one of Critter’s to Grandma Jane:”I’m glad you’re still alive.”)
The object is rather fortune-cookie-esque…to make the opener of the link smile and feel all warm and fuzzy inside. (Not that a fortune cookie ever gave me the fuzzies; though one time a bad shrimp ball did.)
So every day, starting on December 1st, we open one of our links and go “Aw!”
It beats the heck out of crappy chocolate advent calendars. (Unless they are Lindt Advent Calendars. Nothing beats THOSE.)
My Captain has been working 80 hour weeks ever since our rental house in Frederick became vacant. It’s a nasty time for us financially, but we’ll get through it. He’s bearing the work load, I’m bearing the parenting load, and the kids, well, they’re just loads.
Critter, Varmint, and I knew that My Captain wouldn’t have had time to open his Advent chain’s links over the last couple of days, so we took his Advent Chain to him today.
We missed him, after all!
How did he feel about that? A big strong Captain? A man among men?
Judging by the look on his face?
You tell me.