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Warning: The amount of “red” in this post may make your soul ache. Proceed with caution.

Yep, our usual Labor Day antics were celebrated despite our loss of Ursa Bear. It was extremely difficult to be out at James’ parent’s cabin, Ursa’s favorite place on Earth, without her. I spent some time that weekend alone, mournfully wandering around the lake and dramatically swimming fully clothed in the spot where I taught Ursa how to swim 8 years ago. Grief is not always a rational or pretty thing. James and I kept things very low key. No late nights dancing and partying it up as is a custom each Labor Day. Rather marinating in our loss and spending some quiet, meaningful time together as a family.

But, we couldn’t resist putting on our best red garb to participate in the annual Tomato War. If you’re new here, and the photos didn’t make it painfully obvious, we’re on the Red Army.

^^More adorable than terrifying, but maybe that’s their secret weapon? Lulling the Black Army into suspicions that they pose no threat and then striking? Bueller?^^

^^Uncle Ted, our fearless (adorable?) general.^^

^^Sunny and her great-grandparents. An extremely special photo.^^

^^You’ll see lots of attempts at these growling photos. Again, more adorable than terrifying, but we’re working on it.^^

^^A group of recent college graduates. Doesn’t this image fill you with confidence for the future of our society?^^

^^Day of war. Looking tough. And lipstick coated. The adults lost the war, but James led the kid’s Red Army to triumphant victory. So we’re calling it a win for our household.^^

^^Family. I love the varied expressions of all four of these men, seasoned veterans of the Tomato War.^^