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A lifestyle journal from Arkansas

Prairie Creek

Adventures

Home to one family, a few animals, a vintage camper named June Bug, and a whole lot of hope.

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David, Kayla, and baby Savannah on the farm with a baby goat
David, Kayla, and Savannah — with a baby goat who insisted on being in the picture.
Welcome, friend

We waited thirteen years
for this life.

For most of our marriage, David and I were waiting. For babies that didn't come, for adoptions that fell through, for a plan we couldn't make work no matter how hard we tried. Then one day we stopped waiting and started living — and that's when everything began.

We bought ten acres from my grandfather. Put a tiny house on it. Got chickens, pigs, goats, turkeys, two Great Pyrenees puppies, a mini horse, a mini zebu cow. And on New Year's Day 2026, we got the phone call that made us a family. Her name is Savannah. She's our joy.

This is where we document all of it — the farm, the recipes, the slow mornings, the hard-won hope.

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Kayla & David
Kayla at the creek at golden hour, holding baby Savannah
The one-word promise
hope.

Every post, every recipe, every picture of that little face — rooted in what we've been given and who we've become. If you need hope today, you're in the right place.

From the journal

Lately, at Prairie Creek

The newest stories from the farm, the kitchen, and the long way home.

David, Kayla, Savannah at the Farmers' Market Spring 2026

Welcome to Prairie Creek Adventures

A little note from the front porch — on why we're here, what we're writing about, and what you can expect if you stick around.

Kayla and June Bug Pre-demo

When Trends Move On (But You Can Finally Hop on Board)

Meet June Bug. She's loud, she's squatty, she's deeply uncool, and after a decade of wanting one of these I finally got my vintage camper. Demo day brought paneling, cabinets, mold, and two bird corpses. I would do it all again.

We stopped waiting. We started planting.
And then, after all those years — everything bloomed.

Kayla