Thursday, December 6, 2012

Merry Christmas To All!

 Someone asked me the other day, “So, are you ready for all the holiday craziness?” I chuckled and quickly responded with an “I guess”—an inaccurate answer, but the answer I knew this stranger was looking for as she eagerly awaited her peppermint mocha latte. Later that night as I lay in bed, I pondered her question. I realized that had I been able to, I would have changed my answer.
 You see, this time last year our family of three was facing a flurry of activity. I think the final to-do list for me the week before Thanksgiving looked something like this: 1) Pre-Op blood work 2) Defend Thesis to earn M.A. 3) Have gall bladder removed.  Yes, this time last year I was recovering from gall bladder surgery, graduating, facing Christmas shopping with post-surgery limitations, and James and I tackled the task of throwing Sadie a birthday party that would be separate and wonderful apart from the general hubbub of Christmas. Then, not even a week after Sadie’s party, when we were so thankful to be back to “normal,” we sold our house. We were moving. We were so thankful for this blessing, but we felt rushed and anxious. However, this year feels different.
 I have noticed many people often seem dissatisfied with the general craziness of the Christmas season, but I wonder if the general craziness before the peace is somewhat analogous to what Mary and Joseph may have experienced. Worried about traveling while pregnant (by way of donkey, no less) to a neighboring village, in response to a mandated census decree, is not exactly my idea of a jolly holiday. It sounds stressful! Then, couple that stress with “no room in the inn” and consider a pregnant woman, so weary from a journey and so close to going into labor that she finds rest in a barn surrounded by livestock. When you really think about it, the overall experience of Mary and Joseph’s adventure in no way mirrors the soothing theme of any Bing Crosby holiday tune. Their experience was taxing and much more so than standing in a long line for a great deal or worrying about what week the lights will finally be up on the house so the neighbors will not question one’s state of merriment. Mary and Joseph may have felt rushed or worried. Then, peace came into the world. Jesus was born.

 As a mother, I have pondered what it would have been like to give birth in a barn, away from the comforts of an inn or a hospital or my home. Would I have thought about all I had experienced and joyfully “ponder these things” in my heart, thankful for God’s provision? Or would I have been swallowed by bitterness and jealously with those who had a room in the inn, with the people who were traveling and not pregnant, or been angry at the man who had declared now would be the best time for a census? I think the story of Christ’s birth reminds us that life may bring us into seasons of stress, but it is the state of our hearts that can help us remain joyful as we wait on upcoming seasons of peace.

 For us, this last year was fantastic and challenging. We moved into a different house in Freindswood. James and I like to call it our “forever home” and are so thankful for the life ahead at our new address. However, this year we also said goodbye to two of my Granny’s sweet sisters, Aunt Margie and Aunt Kathleen. Our sweet dog, Ginger, also passed away—a special loss for James’ as she was his late Uncle’s dog. Yet, God is good as He also brought us into community with family members and so many new friendships. Between James’ morning breakfasts with friends, my book club meetings and Bible studies, and Sadie’s multiple play dates, our calendars overflow with precious friends and family.

 This Christmas, James and I wanted to celebrate all we have been given. So, in response to last year’s craziness, we accomplished much before the arrival of December. I must admit that I have already wrapped all the gifts and have my cards coming out before the beginning of January (very unlike us in the Hamon household), but I wanted to know what it would be like to truly enjoy this holiday season—to experience the peace of Christmas as long as the radio stations and gingerbread lattes would allow. So, if I am asked again in a local coffee haunt how I am “enduring” this holiday season, I will be honest. We are really enjoying this season of peace and are thankful for the bounty of friends and family with which we are blessed.



As you enjoy the rest of December, please know that we sent you this letter because you are special to us. You are part of the community of friends that James and I value so very much. We love you and hope that this Christmas season your favorite memories will be filled with peaceful moments and the joy of community with others. And with lattes. Lots of gingerbread lattes. J
Love,
James, Kristin, & Sadie Hamon

Monday, October 29, 2012

A Country Courtney Visit

We reunited with James dear family friends this past weekend. Making the drive only two hours north of Friendswood, we arrived to a 375 beautiful track of land inhabited by the nicest couple you would ever want to meet. For as long as I have known my husband, L.C. and Cathy Courtney have been referred to as the only grandparents he has left. Losing all of his grandparents before I ever met and married my sweet James, Jerry and Susan's sweet Sunday school teachers from their church in Texas City became an important piece of James' family tree. James will tell of his family's sweet relationship with them and how Cathy was actually the lady who was with him when he came to Christ. A mirror image of Christ's love, it was easy to see why the Hamon family loves them so.
 We arrived just before lunch. As soon as we ate, James and Sadie were out the door and mounting the red four-wheeler. Sadie was brimming with excitement as her contagious energy and happiness bubbled over in her tiny toddler grin. Squealing with excitement, Daddy rode Sadie all around while the rest of us worked to pull on coats and gloves; we were clearly caught off-guard by the wonderful chill in the air!
 Riding around the property reminded me so much of my childhood days spent in Leona, TX. Having not been to the property in a very long time, I felt emotion swell within me as I took in the beauty of God's creation. Memory after memory crept their way into my mind. I thought of my Granddaddy Sharp,  the little red house, the giant oak tree with the burnished red swing hanging from its limb, camp fires by the creek, walking through the pasture, and visiting the Leona General Store. I have always enjoyed reading Thoreau and Emerson due to their ardent passion for nature. There is something wonderful about the rhetoric of place. A special place can draw you in, keep your spirit warm, and leave you feeling refreshed. I found just as I was remembering, so too were Susan, James, and Jerry. It was a weekend of remembering. Coming through a clearing, Susan told of the last time they were on the property together. James couldn't have been past elementary school. She recounted how a four-wheeler left them "stuck" in the rain in one pasture. As wet (and probably miserable) as they might have been, the experience turned joyful as they watched in amazement a cow give birth to a baby calf.
 The "cow story" wasn't the only one told. We laughed until we cried watching old movies of L.C., Cathy, Jerry and Susan in old movies as they danced and sang in performances and parties held at their Texas City church home. Sadie was shocked to see Su Su "on TV" as she rushed up to the screen and pointed her out, all while Cathy and L.C. were so sweet to keep rewinding the tape for her to see her Su Su and Poppy again.
 Our short visit was also filled with sweet conversation. Jerry and L.C. sat in the living room catching up and talking as old friends do, while Susan and Cathy prepared food and enjoyed interacting with Sadie (who happened to love Cathy's awesome wooden toys from her kids' childhood).
 Sadie not only loved the toys at the Courtney home, but also the people themselves. She quickly fell into Cathy's arms upon arrival and showered them with hugs, thank yous and stickers. I think everyone at the dinner table sat proudly with a Dora the Explorer sticker.

Saturday morning we woke to a happy group ready for Cathy's delicious country breakfast. She said that is the only option when you are eating on the farm! Everyone gladly agreed and we ate our fill of biscuits with honey, bacon, sausage, and fruit. Cathy even had a small white chair for Sadie, toddler-sized cutlery, and a Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck placemat. After breakfast, we raced outside for another round on the four-wheelers. Cathy and L.C. joined us this time and we meandered all over the property in perfect weather. 


 Sadie most enjoyed picking up flowers and moss from each of our stops. Poppy offered an in-depth course to Sadie, working to teach her all the names of plants he spotted. I think the only ones remembered by Sadie were "Spanish Moss" and "Chroton" (have no clue on those spellings, Poppy). Sadie was enamored by the vastness of the countryside and seemed so happy to be on our fun outdoor adventure. Sadie also told Daddy that she wanted to drive the four-wheeler, but we thought it best to wait a few more years before turning her loose by herself. I think Mommy's exact words were, "Sadie, you can drive when your 30."




 Of all my favorite pictures, I really liked the images captured of Sadie and Poppy. They were looking at the water and I snapped a couple, thinking to myself what a sweet blessing for Sadie to know both her Grandfathers.


 Sadie also made great use of the vintage Fisher Price camera, snapping pictures of everyone. She even stretched her arm out, motioning for James and I to "get together" as she then instructed us to "Say cheese!" We had such a wonderful time together. We pulled away from the Courtney's home and all agreed that a visit back soon will be entirely necessary. How sweet it is to relish in fellowship with one another.


Friday, October 12, 2012

Family Galveston Trip 2012

The last two years we have gone to Galveston for a family getaway. This time has been so wonderful to spend with Katie and Austin who live further away in Sugarland. The beach is relaxing and this year we ended up being there around the beginning of October. The weather was ideal. As I am writing this post much later, I won't stop to relive each little moment or saying, but what I do remember from this trip is just enjoying the beach day. Sadie was old enough to adore sand crab hunting and to think that the hermit crabs (the DROVES of hermit crabs) we found on the beach were tiny friends from the cast of Finding Nemo just waiting to spend time with her. The long weekend was refreshing and such a treat from Mom and Dad.