At 7am in the morning on the first day of 2012, the first day of my 33rd year, my husband and I boarded a plane headed to Las Vegas.
Our flight went smooth, the day was beautiful, and we were together in Sin City.
We checked into our room at The Palms, the same place we stayed after we got married, spent a little time freshening up, then headed down to the Hard Rock where we watched Drake put on a phenomenal show. Literally phenomenal. Watching him perform in Las Vegas was quite possibly one of the most amazing gifts I've ever received, second only to the trip to New York to see Phantom of the Opera that Clay surprised me with a few Christmases ago.
We spent the rest of our days enjoying each other's company. It's been so long since I had Clay entirely to myself... too long. We both missed our kids, and talked about them so much during this trip!, but I think it's crucial to a healthy, happy marriage to find ways to reconnect with each other without anything else fighting for your attention.
And for four days, I had all of Clay's attention. There were no distractions- no house to clean, no kids to feed, no jobs to wake up early to... just each other. And it was bliss.
We spent 14 hours in bed, we had margaritas for breakfast and coffee for dinner.
We caught a movie, and we shopped, and we walked the strip and tried to go into every single casino (there are a lot of damn casinos, by the way).
We even stopped to get a couple pictures that we knew our kids would love.
We caught a show, and we gambled and won some cash, and we experienced Vegas night life.
And we came home more in love than ever.
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