House to Home

Our Arkansas home sits in the middle of five acres at the end of a rural road.  The loudest sounds we hear come from frogs, crickets, cicadas and our nearest neighbor's lawn mower, once a week.  A "far cry" from New York City, where Drew and I live when we're not here. The peacefulness of Springhill slows us down, invites us to rock a while on the front porch, smell the freshness of a much-needed rain shower, tend flower beds, re-connect.   

As we drove up the winding driveway to the house six years ago, we immediately knew it could be a home.  A place for family.

For daughter Elizabeth and Ben's wedding

For son Jason and Kate's first home in Arkansas

For daughter Katherine and Andy's engagement party 

For Thanksgiving dinners

For Christmas mornings

For pancake breakfasts

For sleep-overs

For jumping into leaf piles and

 off diving boards

For giggling grandchildren and

great-grandmothers

For Happy Birthdays 

For Happily-Ever-After bedtime stories

And just this week for. . .

                                                                                                                     

 Katherine and Andy's baby shower

Drew's mother's (Lyla Lee) visit

"Construction time" with Granddad and grandsons, Luke and Nate

"Swim time" with Grandmom, Elizabeth, and grandchildren Nate, Ruby, Luke

                                                                                                                               and Anna

  

                                                                   A House

Our Home 

     Because of a family