I almost said it.
Happy (day that rhymes with neighbor but starts with an L) Day.
I’ve never really understood what this holiday is all about, but it took on new meaning when we were going through infertility.
The “L” word was something we had been working towards, week after week, month after month, day after day.
The never ending back to school advertising doesn’t help either.
Everything is a little yellow school bus filled with the thing you are hoping will come on your “L” day.
So happy last weekend of summer.
May your fall be filled with the promise of the beginnings of something that leads you to your “L” day this time next year.