As far as I’m concerned, Labor Day just means the last day to go swimming for the year. As I sit here and write this, it’s in the mid-sixties here in Colorado (and I have a blanket on my lap), but on Friday, it was almost a hundred degrees. Be still my heart. .
Being pregnant (hot and tired) for the last five months, the water was the perfect escape this summer, and I am going to miss it tremendously. Happy Labor Day weekend!