Took on new meaing. Labor - yes.
At 1am on Sunday night as I gave Mike a kiss while he held a flashlight and I held a nit comb with Ian wraped in a towel on the floor between us - I told Ian "If anyone ever asks you, this is love." And there was something special and sweet and I so appreciated having a husband who would hold the flashlight (and make and feed me waffles while I picked nits).
Labor day weeked involved my 102 fever, the Bronx Zoo, lice picking till 2am, the beach, 3 hours of sleep, work trade show emergency, heaps of laundry and lots of other fun activities. Labor of love.
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