A few weeks ago we traveled to illinois to visit our families. The flooding river pushed us onto roads that we hadn't traveled before and we found ourselves in a a small town called Plymouth, which just happened to have the most delightful antique store.
Illinois pastures make me peaceful in a way that some people become calm when staring at the ocean, or standing beneath redwoods, or gazing at mountains. I love all those places too, but they do not conjure a feeling of "home."
Asher nearly got swallowed up whole in all the love from his grandparents, and aunts and uncles and cousins. He reveled in having people cheer for him as he learned to walk. He got to feed a cow, and pet a goat and hold a tiny frog by a pond.
and also...this happened :)