Leave it to my sister, Karen, to take Labor Day Weekend literally. She went into Labor on Saturday morning and by mid-afternoon my nephew, Jackson Martin Quintal was born. Here is one of the first pictures of Jackson, courtesy of his proud father, my Brother-in-Law, Doug. For many months now, throughout Karen's pregnancy, Doug has been whispering the following words of encouragement to Jackson: "Hurry up and come out, Jackson, I've got yard work waiting for you!" For his part, Jackson seemed responsive, kicking and moving at the sound of Doug's voice as if to say either "I love yard work and can't wait to see you" or "Feet, do your stuff ...!" Now that Jackson is born, however, the truth can be revealed. Doug's first words to Jackson were about the yardwork and, in response, Jackson grasped his father's fingers, looked deeply into his eyes and smiled as if to say "I love you." Indeed, from now on, Labor Day Weekend will be a Labor of Love for the Gordons and Quintals ... even if Jackson ends up getting stuck with all the yardwork!