There are a million reasons to love Arkansas. I spent this weekend at one of them: Petit Jean State Park. The sky was blue, the weather was perfect, and I didn’t even take my cell phone or computer. Here are a few highlights:
We did a little hiking, and, as you can tell, we are serious about it. Because only the most seasoned hikers take pink hairbows and stuffed dogs out on the trail:
My 7yo son took a look at this view and said, "So, those would be ‘rural’ areas?" And I thought, "oh my stars, I’m raising a city boy…"
I hollered "boys-slow-down-don’t-go-too-near-the-edge" so many times that the sentence no longer holds any meaning:
If there is anything sweeter to a momma’s heart than watching her oldest hang on to her youngest, then I don’t know what that would be:
Another reason to love Arkansas? Signs like this one: