Our family gathered on our farm last week from their homes down south.
They came with tents, sleeping bags,
and air mattresses,
with saws and hammers and gloves.
I loved hearing their voices solving problems together.
The whir of the saw and the appearance of the sawyer evoked memories of my dad, who would be so incredibly proud of his grandchildren.
Our family built this barn for LW and me, but it belongs to them.