Labor Day

Every year at this time my wife and I generally are gearing up for a visit that we look forward to with much anticipation: the Labor Day reunion. Kelly lived in a house with nine women her senior year, most of them were involved with InterVarsity. They've reunited on Labor Day weekend every year since graduation.

The husbands got bids about two years into it, which we enjoy since most of us knew each other in school and the guys who married in turned out to be alright.

So now there's something like 14 women, 13 husbands and 20 kids. And this year, we can't go, because we're on ready-alert stand-by to add baby #21 to the crew. My wonderful wife has been 8 months pregnant through the record-setting hottest August ever in North Carolina.

Ever.

She thinks she deserves a t-shirt. I think she deserves a vacation to somewhere cold and refreshing. Like Antarctica.

So we're on stand-by for the little girl Kirk on the way. She's due September 6th, crazy how that means we're expecting her anytime between August 15th and September 20th. And so we can't go to Labor Day to see some dear friends with whom we share much history.

We rejoice at the life that's coming any day now, but we will miss our friends this weekend. It is good to have friends for life. And we do not pass on the chance to see them lightly.