Is it bad to have an advent basket? For several years I've thought about the perfect advent calendar. Actually, most of you have them, I've seen them on your blogs - and on your neighbors blogs. Oh my, they are beautiful! But yet another autumn has passed and something spectacular and of heirloom potential has not been created. I was at Starbucks Saturday night (the first day of advent) with some girlfriends (must do that more) and we ran into another gal who was purchasing a Starbucks advent calendar - it was cute! - i thought of picking one up and calling it done for the year, but Janet purchased the laaassstt ooonnee!
Remember Cabbage Patch Dolls? How there just weren't enough in the world to go around? My parents totally did the wait in line at 5am thing just to fight the masses and still left without scoring the coveted doll. Can you imagine the pressure of coming up empty handed on the one request your child had? I'm sure my mom and dad would say there were plenty of other requests, all I remember is desperately needing that large headed baby that was born in a garden and came with an authentic birth certificate. But this is about advent.
This little basket came together thanks to the inspiration I found over the weekend while thumbing through a 1997 December issue of Martha Stewart. By the time I had everything together I was a couple of days late, but Emily is enjoying it all the same. The experience of patience and excitement all rolled together. I find the older she gets the longer I try to make the Christmas season last - the longer I try to make everything last really. She's enjoyed opening tiny treats each morning; a beeswax candle, a piece of dark chocolate, a Burt's Bees chapstick, a coupon that says I will do her chores for one full day whenever she chooses. She pretty much flipped with excitement when she opened that this morning. She doesn't know it yet but there's another coupon in there - somewhere around day twelve - that says Adam will do her chores for a full day too... he doesn't know either. Sshhh, it's a surprise for both of them...
May you find joy in patience and little things this holiday season.