Journal. Labour Day. Long Weekend

When Labour weekend arrives I think of it as hearalding the Summer. We go to Whitianga today Friday, early on a sunny day.

Caitlin goes to St. John's camp, Hinua this afternoon. We are to pick her up from school at lunchtime, wash and scrub her and deliver her to the bus at 2.30 p.m. She is exited, a fresh adventure for her. Her eyes sparkle through the bus window as the bus moves off and she waves until the bus recedes in the distance.

Saturday was wet and we just relax, talk and read. The sun is out once more on Sunday and Monday and we go home on Tueday in the rain.

Caitlin came home on Monday night still exited and eyes shining bursting to tell us of all the things she had done. Her energy is boundless. Dinner, a scrub in the shower and she is ready for bed and soon asleep no doubt dreaming of all her adventures. Up early on Tuesday morning, she readies herself for school once more and says goodbye to Pat and I.