Five years ago, Daniel and I spent our first night at the Douglas.  Mom & Dad had met the movers days before to unload our things.  We’d vacationed in Mexico with Dan’s family and driven across the country.  Daniel, my mother-in-law, and I arrived in the evening to find beds made and rooms cozily lit.  The next day Arkansas reminded us we weren’t in Mexico anymore by providing a proper thunderstorm… and a lush view of the woods.  Pretty much every day since has reminded us we are truly blessed.  What a wonderful half-decade it’s been.

I beg your pardon for the old school date stamp.