Newport will always have my heart. When we first moved here I felt alone, and had left behind so much: my family, friends, career, and had been dealt a devastating infertility diagnosis the night before we left. On my hardest days I would drive across the bridge to Newport to walk the water, search my soul, and do a little shopping. Never EVER did I cross that bridge, for fun, with family, in the work van, in tears, and eventually with carseats, did i EVER NOT proclaim out loud my gratitude and awe that THIS WAS MY LIFE! So much of this town is tied to special memories. Easing an ache, bringing a new baby, driving with my parents. We spotted these "oreo cows" on a visit with my parents. Seeing them again brought back those memories of special times with my family. And I realized I still have the memories. Those time were what they are because of the people I still have! Made Mr. stop so I could take a pic. Castle Hill