When I was first married, Labor Day was a time for the Miller clan to gather and say goodbye to the lazy, hazy days of summer, but it was also a day to celebrate Mom Miller. Her birthday was September 5th, so this gathering was a good time to bring gifts, have cake, and wish her well for another year. It was also a good day for the kids to spend playing and having a good time before school started. It always started after Labor Day up north, not in August as it does here.
How will you celebrate the day? I will have some brisket and corn on the cob and remember all those wonderful Labor Days of the past.
Several days before the Labor Day weekend, I start thinking about the song, "40-Hour Week" by Alabama, and bits of the lyrics come to mind. My roots run deep in blue collar America, so this song speaks to me and my family. I hope it says something to you, too.
If you're interested here is a link to some neat Labor Day Quotes.