What a summer!
My family literally traveled every month of the summer.
We saw historic monuments and awed the mountains. We visited family. We took in the arts.
Summer 2012 was epic for us.
I had a major unexpected illness and surgery. My husband ran miles along a lake. My son took in every last possible moment with his fellow 2012 graduates before they all parted ways for their new lives in college. We had lazy mornings and my husband had Fridays off.
One thing that came back was that we are truly blessed to be able to do what we do. Even if, as my husband says, we have to "stretch" or "figure something out" we managed to let our kids have a great experience in New York, Washington DC, Kansas City, Montgomery,and Chicago. In between there, they celebrated an 80th birthday, had two family reunions, attended violin camp, read books, played outside, rode their bikes, went swimming, ate snow cones, and drank lots of water.
Today, on Labor Day, as summer unofficially bids us farewell and schools will be in session across the nation, it is fitting to take a moment to pause and thank the Unions that fought so long and so hard for the 5-day work week, the weekend, the 40 hour work week, the 8 hour work day, health benefits, sick leave, unemployment insurance, the right to form unions and collectively bargain, the rights of kids to just be kids and not work, this very three-day weekend that so many of us have taken for granted. Thank you!
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