Last summer I was given the opportunity to visit a small agricultural village in southern Mexico. We split our time between two sides of one family – both large in size; both limited in resources I take for granted in the States. Yet I was struck at how secondary (or even absent) this sense of ‘lack’ seemed to them, in contrast to how central (and natural) it was for each family member to attend to another. To care for your cousin, or brother; your aunt or your abuelita. These two families lived in a way that constantly communicated ‘of course there’s room for you here’ and ‘you belong’ in the simplest but profoundest of manners. Like this picture from a two hour ride, in the bed of an old pickup truck, 13-people deep, with the youngest cousin Dani asleep in Erik’s lap.