Our first excuse for a care package came when our brother made Captain and had been traveling for like 6 weeks. First, a little about our brother: he is a lovely man. He is smart and has such a lovely dry sense of humor. It's taken me all 9 years in this family to figure out if he's making fun of me, but it's funny. He is a JAG for the National Guard and I'm so proud of the work he does every day to ensure our servicepeople and their families are taken care of. He's so humble. You'd never know he graduated from UCLA and has a law degree. Part of being in the service is that you get told where you will be. One good thing about being a JAG for National Guard is that he's going to practice law here because he passed the bar here. But you still have drill weekends and just recently he spent 3 weeks in Europe, had a day off, and is being sent to one of the Carolinas for another couple weeks, then back for a day, then to more training. It seems nearly impossible to have a normal life where you can have friends over or date or make plans for vacations. I have a lot of respect for his patience for that.
Ok, enough bragging. He'd hate it anyhow. We were at H&M last night and there was a t-shirt featuring Statler and Waldorf. My husband and his brother are exactly like those Muppets and have been since they were babes. Crotchety old men who giggle to one another and speak a completely different language than the rest of the world. An idea popped up: what if we sent our brother a "Relax" package? So we bought the t-shirt, pajama pants, Robin's eggs (his favorite candy), and will add a magazine and maybe a lego thing. I also had a little plastic trophy lying around so naturally I put some glittery stickers on it to say "Top Cap'n". We're not a "military family" so knowing what's appropriate is not our bag. But we are very very proud.
Here is a picture of the care package thus far:
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