My family attended our little town's Labor Day Parade today, something we have done for well over 20 years. My youngest daughter, shown here with my oldest grandson who is nearly 10, was younger than he is when we first started going.
It isn't a fancy parade, but it is long. There are several high school bands, a lot of old cars, dancers, horses, politics and patriotism. It starts with police cars and fire engines and ends with big trucks representing the labor unions.
We get there early and line up with the kids in front so they can catch their share of the candy that is thrown by nearly every group that goes by.
The little girls like to dance
and show their babies all that is going on.
And my kids are not above using their kids to promote a little bit of sibling political rivalry.
Speaking of babies, we are looking forward to welcoming a new little one very soon.
Maybe our Mexican food lunch after the parade, also part of our tradition, will hurry him along.
Tradition is good