Merry Christmas! As the years have passed and our family has grown, we’ve had to take a brief hiatus from the sending of Christmas cards, once a non-negotiable on our list of Christmas to-dos. The taking of pictures, buying of stamps, stuffing and addressing of envelopes have required more coordination than I am capable of in this season. I am nothing these days if not uncoordinated.
However, this time of year is a natural one for reconnecting with loved ones, and I wouldn’t want to miss the opportunity to do so. So here it is: our bloggy Christmas letter. Please imagine that the above picture is hanging on the Pinterest-inspired card display of your choosing and that you just pulled this little missive out of a foil-lined envelope. Thank ya kindly.
This has been a beautiful year in many ways, and we are all well. Daniel still greatly enjoys making buildings not fall down. In July he wrapped up his Project We Couldn’t Tell You About (now The Project We Are Hoping Gets Built). Shortly after, we took a vacation to Michigan and returned to the news that his company had been sold! As of September 1, Halvorson and Partners became a part of WSP Group, a global engineering corporation. He is hopeful about the transition and excited to see how having 33,000 new colleagues might increase the impact of the work that he does.
I am still home full-time with our bunch and homeschooling to boot. It is a joy to be with them so much. I have loved teaching the kids to read and add; I love seeing them curled on the couch with a book or running about the yard in the middle of the day. They are thriving, and I am thankful. We just started our third year and I vacillate between believing that we are finally getting a handle on it and feeling completely inadequate as I try to balance at all. I have felt my weakness more in these past three years than at any other time in my life (as the fourth child still does not sleep through the night), but I have seen how God has taken my meager efforts and multiplied them. There are still piles of laundry strewn about the house and dinner is almost never on time, but I see faith taking hold in our kids and the beginnings of the beautiful fruit they will bear for His kingdom. So I’ll keep my hand on the plow and trust God to bring the increase.
Ava, at 7, is enthusiastic, creative, and intelligent. She loves books, playing piano, and creating all kinds of things out of scraps of paper. She is always thoughtful and asks really good (and really hard) questions. Daniel and I can’t believe how fast she is maturing; we looked at her the other night at the table and were struck by how much she looked like a teenager (with a couple of missing teeth).
Tim is 5 and started kindergarten this year. He is methodical and literal and incredibly funny. He’s reading books now, which is a delight to us. He also loves math, Legos, Sudoku puzzles, board games, and construction equipment. He’s basically a younger and more emotional version of his daddy.
Genevieve, at 3 11/12s, is smart, passionate, and affectionate. She’s never very far from my side. She loves babies, horses, and the color purple. She also loves to read, and will sit contentedly at my side for hours if I will just keep the books coming. She feels deeply, and we pray constantly that God would use her strength of spirit for his glory.
Clara, at 2, is loads of fun. She’s into everything of course, painting her toenails quietly in the bathroom or silently unloading the craft cabinet. She too loves books and can be found sitting for 30 or 45 minutes at a time looking at them. She loves a good surprise and loves to make us laugh. We all get a kick out of her, and she is quickly joining in the pack of children running circles around the house.
We do sometimes get tired chasing them about, but of course, we know that we are richly blessed. We love their personalities; we love getting to be a part of their growth and faith. When we grow weary, we are reminded that our Savior understands. We celebrate that this time of year and are reminded that he came here and walked among us. He understands our struggles, temptations, and our tiredness. We are reminded that he loves us in our weakness and shows his strength in it. We do not serve a God who has insulated himself from our suffering and need. He came to suffer and redeem our weary and sinful hearts. I hope that this truth refreshes and comforts you this Christmas.
Love,
Jill (for the Popps)



































