There's something about Labor Day that makes me a little melancholy. It's the official end to summer and the beginning of earlier sunsets. The beaches close and the swimsuits go into the closet. However, I love fall. I love the changing seasons of New England accompanied by bonfires, baking and keeping close against the chill. What makes me sad about the end of summer is the closing of a chapter. This is also my last chapter before becoming a mother. I will remember it as being surrounded by good friends, great food and every day looking into the mirror with anticipation.