So Happy Labor Day.
We spent the day with friends and our kiddos. I was sitting her thinking, just now, that I'm not entirely sure I even know what Labor Day is about. I mean, unlike my daughter, I knew it wasn't about Jesus. But, not exactly sure on the whole meaning. So I looked it up. Turns out I did know what it is about. Not that difficult to figure out actually.
Of course, to those of us with children "Labor Day" means something completely different. And ever since giving birth, especially naturally, I can't help but think of Labor Day that way. As if everyone should be celebrating me and the mighty power of my uterus. I'd like a special federal holiday declared for that if it's not too much trouble.
I think I will go eat cake now and celebrate my uterus. Anyone care to join me?
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