We found ourselves in Stowe, Vermont this past weekend. Though we were there under very sad circumstances, there was also joy in finally bringing Emerson to one of our sacred places—where we got married. As I watched my child roam the lawns, marvel at the mountains, and explore the inn (that my husband’s family owns) I was filled with so much nostalgia. As if Emerson were standing in moments I could so vividly see all around me….