Labor Day: It's the Stuff Dreams are Made Of

My new favorite holiday is....drumroll....wait for it, people....LABOR DAY! Ok, it really can't compete with the other big ones but we have had the most amazing Labor Days for the last few years. They are chalked to the brim with memories and family time. Two years ago, we went to see friends in Florida and were at Disney on Labor Day, coincidentally, with my parents--total God thing! And a day in history that will go down as perfect. Last year, we had our yard sale and I remember looking through our front door to the yard and seeing Birdie on Brent's back in a backpack and Beatle playing in the front yard, thinking, "Man, we're a cool family. I'd like to be our friends." :) And then this year, we had Brent's family in town for another great weekend--lots of fun there. We practically begged them not to leave a day early but they wanted some time before they jumped back in to their respective jobs and I get that. But oh, the magic Monday held. We loaded up the jeep in the newly crisp air and took some untraveled backroads, complete with clothes on the line, and BR took us fishing to an overstocked pond and we were pulling in catfish left and right. It was crazy! In about the last 20 years, I've never had fun fishing until yesterday broke that dry spell. Beatle caught, arguably, the two biggest of the day. She had so much fun doing that! Her first fish! Birdie had a good time tottering around and pooping in the wild outdoors. Why nature calls for both girls when we're in the middle of no where, I'll never know! But I came prepared with wet wipes and sanitizer. It was cute seeing Birdie make her fish imitation and ask BR for "More, peeeaaas!" She wanted her daddy to catch one more fish and lo and behold, Beatle caught another one. Beatle loved reeling them in but didn't want to have anything to do with them once they were on shore. I've got a picture of her making a "TaDa" geasture to a fish lying in the grass about 4 feet away. Haha! I decided I wanted to try my hand while BR and Beatle were going to try to start cleaning the fish. I caught a small catfish and was trying to get their attention across the way and was whoopin and hollerin, waving my fish around and accidentally slapped Birdie right in the face with it. Haha! Poor thing. We ran to take the new fish over to them and then, three sets of wide eyes watched in horror as the gentlest man we've ever known mutilated a live fish. He was trying to clean it but it had been awhile and I'm sure an audience didn't make it any easier on him. We came home and the girls napped while BR finished cleaning the fish and then we went to Magic Springs for the last day the water park was open. No one was there because of the weather change and Beatle got to run up and ride everything she wanted to, thanks to short lines and a recent growth spurt. The day ended with fireworks and a contented family, knowing they could hang their hat on another perfect Labor Day.