After finishing a coaching call this morning, I walked down to the barn to touch base with my husband and our 25 year old son.
When I peeked through the workshop door, I found them with their backs to me, their heads together and bent over a chain saw they had taken apart for maintenance. They didn't hear me and continued working as I watched them.
My heart swelled with appreciation of the moment.
Rather than disturb them with even the sound of a female voice in the sanctity of their space, I turned and walked back up to the house.
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