Happy Labor Day Weekend!

Growing up in my house Labor Day weekend was always a "new start" - it was for us the New Year's Eve of the fall. My mother has been a teacher for as long as I can remember so it always signified the start of a new school year, a new season and a chance to reinvent who you wanted to be both academically and socially. 

Sadly, like most people as I've gotten older Labor Day has taken on a different meaning. Now it means impending winter, shorter days and being cooped up inside. It has lost some of its magic. I stopped viewing it as an opportunity and more like a disappointment. I don't love the winter and in fact have grown to despise it, so the thought of the first snow potentially arriving in 90 days (give or take) sends me reeling. 

But, this year I am determined to revisit my love for fall. I will embrace the crisp morning walks I'll be able to take with the nugget and Berklee, the crockpot meals I'll make for my husband and the gorgeous colors of the leaves as they change. And when winter comes - which the Farmer's Almanac says it will with a vengeance this year - I will try not to hate it so much. As a mom it's my job to teach my child to enjoy his life the best he possibly can and what better way to do so than by example. I've heard that seeing the world and life through the eyes of a child is like magic - I can not wait to experience that feeling with my son.

This Labor Day is definitely a "new start" for us and I have every intention of making the very most of each and every moment! 

Here's to a new "year"!!