Labor Day weekend is special to many people. For most it marks the end of summer and the beginning of fall. Labor Day weekend is especially significant to me. I was married on September 2nd and six years later I gave birth to my only child, my son.
Thirty-nine years ago, it was a frantic start to our marriage. My soon to be husband was supposed to be flying in from Los Angeles to St. Louis. When he did not get off the plane, and knowing there were no more flights, there was no way that I was returning to my small town without him. Later I saw him in the terminal. Come to find out he had been bounced off the original flight and had taken a flight to Kansas City then to St. Louis. This was way before cell phones. We were married the next day.I was in severe pain in August of 1977 when they announced
the death of Elvis. September 2, 1977, I had a partial hysterectomy and was told by my surgeon that would most likely never have any children.
On September 2, 1978, one year from that surgery and six years to the day of my marriage, I gave birth to my precious son.
This September 2nd there was no panic attack, no surgery, no giving birth, I just enjoyed the ending of summer and the beginning of fall.
This Labor Day weekend was celebrated with a Sunday dinner.