I can just barely recall the first time Jeremy and I stepped through the front doors of this house. The sheer wonder of that moment has stayed with me in a greater capacity than the now-graying visuals. Of course, the house still looks much the same, so perhaps photographic memories are not quite as important. Four years and some odd weeks ago, I walked up the front steps, through the wide front porch, and into the empty shell of this Prairie Box. Even the old brown carpet, spread wall to wall, could not dim the beauty of the wood which gleamed at every corner. From the frames embedded with leaded glass in the foyer to the columns stretching to the high ceilings in the living room, the old house was filled with beautiful original wood. And it was then we fell in the love with the idea of a house, this house. As out of reach as it seemed at that moment, the Lord had a plan for us. Us in this gorgeous house of yellow pine, with a front porch built long and deep, and the beautiful front windows.