Labor Day

I chose to save this patriotic picture for Labor Day. Our day to celebrate the toil we pursue during our weekdays. It is supposed to be a day of rest, a congregate Sabbath. Sabbath comes from the Hebrew verb shabbath, meaning "to rest from labor." Today, we rest from our labor...The paid labor at least...

The joke is really on parents. We never have rest. My only rest comes at seven o'clock in the evening. Once Elena goes to bed, I will have my mini-rest. Until then, I chase, feed, change, play, wash, walk...And, despite it's lack of rest, it's wonderful and fulfilling.