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Dear Ones, December 12 Anno Domini 2016
Happy Christmas to you and the merriest of days! I hope this Christmas note finds you well; snug and filled and surrounded by love. A life so lived is a full and rich life indeed. As I write, the snow is blustering about outside (accumulation expected up to 6 inches tonight) and I am listening to children slamming doors and counting overhead- a riotous game of hide and seek going on upstairs. In the living room, by the light of the glowing Christmas tree, a sweet baby Ineke takes a nap- affording me a moment to write this letter- and the Papa is outside in the woods as snowflakes swirl about him and the cold winds sneak into his sleeves and down his neck. I wish he would come in and snuggle. ;-) The white snow is turning a darker and darker blue in the dusk so it won’t be long until he comes in for supper.
How shall I sum up the year? In a word, abundant. The Lord has been so good to us. We have had an abundance of milk from our milk cow Penny (and thus, an abundance of butter, cheese, yogurt and of course, ice cream!), abundance from a bountiful garden (well over 200 quarts of canned tomatoes alone!) and plentiful meat from some cows we butchered before winter. Of course, all of these things required plenty of work- extra animals to feed and water, milking chores, ridiculous amounts of cheese and butter-making (several pounds made a day in many cases!) and daily garden and canning chores~ With the cow having since dried up, the garden frozen solid and half as many cows- we find ourselves with a little bit of a lighter load for winter…a welcome change!
Corynn’s birthday this year added a ‘teen’ to her age and I realized afresh that my baby (my BABY!) is becoming a young woman. This is particularly obvious when she cares for the littlest baby like a proper Mother Hen. She stands not much shorter than me these days and a bit taller than a few aunts and grandma’s~ which gives her great satisfaction. She is very talented in the arts and surprises me often with delight at seeing her many sketched/painted/sewn creations. Someday, perhaps, I will write a book and she will illustrate it. (Before she is famous and has no time for her Mama’s stories anymore.) For her birthday, Grandma and Grandpa gifted her with several horseback riding lessons which will, no doubt, become one of those happy memories of her lifetime. She had grace, she had skill, she had fun…and now she wants a horse!
Andrew tacked on a second digit when his birthday rolled around and ten seems to suit him quite nicely. He is the kind of boy whose interests soon become infatuations and, as usual, they are usually in the form of one animal or another. He has become enamored this year first with deer and hunting and most recently, rabbits, trapping and pelts. Tanning hides and raising deer are the dreams that fill his head each night. I know because he relates them to me every morning! He went hunting with Matt for the first time this year and they got a buck the first day! This was both exciting and disappointing for Andrew- since the only tag Matt had was filled in a day, leaving all the rest of the hunting fun to wait until next year.
Adele just recently turned 8 years old and is in that wonderfully delightful stage of being just grown up enough to think deep thoughts and ask hard questions while still possessing the wonder and fancies of a child. I love nothing more than to discover a little voice chatting in the girls’ room and when I peek open the door, I find Adele’ and her dolls deep in conversation. These moments are fleeting and so I hold them close. It is a hard thing to hold middle sister status but Adele’ does so with grace. She and Judah are the two children who never complain about doing school and, in fact, look forward to it each day! Adele’ is becoming quite the crafty girl too- she learned to sew on the sewing machine this year and even made herself a very nice backpack with an embroidered snail on it.
Judah is now 6 but is often mistaken for being older than Adele’ due to his size (much to Adele’s chagrine)! He is a Hoss of a boy, a Samson, and must learn to use his strength well. Admittedly, this can be a hard thing to learn for a six year old. Especially one with an older brother! One way to get that crazy boy settled down is to sit on the couch with a story book. He’ll make his way over and snuggle down deep. And one book is never, ever enough. He went hunting with Matt and Andrew- and they all went camping in our woods earlier in the summer. Judah follows Matt around everywhere when Matt is home and wants to grow up to be just like him. I hope he does too. But for now, I love my raucous, not-so-little, little boy.
Ineke, our December darling, will be turning one on December 22nd. She has brought so much joy to our lives this past year! How I missed those precious baby years! She took her first hesitant steps a month ago and now gets around on super speed (the first of the children to be walking before their birthday), a far cry from her slothlike tendencies of babyhood. Her first few months worried my mom who insisted babies shouldn’t sleep ALL the time. J She recently perfected her pivot and can turn a full circle, which is a skill she is most proud of! She has spent her entire nursing life baby pinching me as a form of affection, like a kitten pawing at its’ mother with claws out (She is my little lobster) and she has, most recently, developed a piercingly shrill screech- which she lets loose when one of her brothers is picking her up and she doesn’t like it (all too often). But don’t let the lobster pinches and screech owl tendencies give you the impression that she is an unlovely baby. She is a deliciously sweet child, through and through. Every time someone picks her up she will give a nice long hug in thanks- and she’s been giving real, wonderful hugs for months now! She revels in the task of making someone smile and is infatuated with all people her size. She wants to hug all little people and moves to do so- an excited, gleefully shrieking crazy girl running at them with open arms like a grizzly about to devour! Those who are able run away, screaming in fear.) Poor Ineke stands bewildered and then tries to comfort them with a hug and so it goes.
Matt is, as ever, the steadfast, hard-working one of the bunch. He improves home and Hopestead as time and money allow (and occasionally, when they don’t!). This year’s big project for him was gutting and re-doing the boys’ room…insulation, wiring, etc. I was so thankful that was done- particularly because of the dangerous state of the original wiring. He also added railings to the porch- making each baluster himself in order to save money. The thing Matt was most excited to do this year, though, was what we have coined ‘the Ornamentation Project’ which involved building a stone wall to support and house some old horse-drawn farm equipment he found in the goonyweeds of the property; an old oat binder and an old corn binder. When he first mentioned it, he knew I would be thrilled at the prospect of a Matt-made stone wall. Having no real farm knowledge, I had no idea how large and….rusty….an old oat binder could be, let alone two pieces of farm equipment. When he hauled the junk (er, I mean antiques) up to the road, my eyes grew large with the realization of it all! He loves the end result and I love him, so it all works out. (And the stone wall is BEAUTIFUL.) Seriously though, Matt never ceases to amaze me with his talents and know-how. His most epic work though is one that is not so easily checked off or admired from the road. He leads this family well, adds laughter by the bucketfuls, encourages us in the Lord and makes us all better, stronger, wiser and more confident.
And then there is me. By the length of this letter, it appears that I am in need of some adult conversation! ;-) There are never enough hours in the day to do all, read all, make all, write all, learn all, be all or think all the things I would like to, but I am thankful that with each new dawn I have another opportunity to try!
G.K.Chesterton once said… “The most extraordinary thing in the world is an ordinary man and an ordinary woman and their ordinary children.” While we may be ordinary, we live an extraordinary life made all the more obvious during this Advent season- a season of expectation, of Christ’s coming and a looking forward to His coming again. He is everywhere, all around us. He is the reason we love, the reason we rejoice, the reason we have hope. May you be overwhelmed with these good gifts and see clearly the Giver as you live out your extraordinary lives in this coming Anno Domini, 2017.
Rebecca (the Verbose), Matt (the Stalwart), Corynn (the Creative), Andrew (the Ardent), Adele (the Gentle),Judah (the Rugged) and Ineke (the Sweetling)