There are stories in the walls of our house- literally. 1.5 years ago our friends scribbled all over our walls before covering them with fresh coats of paint. We’ve ripped up carpets, seen the “End of the World”, slept through tornados, fixed bathtubs, cooked countless meals and hosted many a weary traveler. Our home will never be the things in it- it’s the people and stories that continue to fill it and bless our lives.