For many reasons, I am a lucky, lucky lady. There is no bigger result of my luck than my lovely, silly family. As a unit, we've been through a lot. Losing my father broke all of our hearts and secretly I worried we'd never find the joy we once knew. However, somehow over the years, although there is never a day we don't miss him, we found our way back to happiness. Where there was once love..., it has remained. It has grown stronger and more resilient while our family has shifted and changed. Where my father once was, there are now two little boys. Where there were tears, there still sometimes are, but there is laughter and there is fun.
Moving to Las Vegas has been wonderful, but being separated from my family has been really, really hard on me. Want to know the upside? Missing them has just made me appreciate and adore them all the more. Proof? The night before they flew into town the week before last, I couldn't sleep. The excitement usually reserved for Christmas Eve is now saved for seeing my family. I can't help but think that's pretty cool.
This trip consisted of eating, drinking, telling stories, swimming, loving, laughing and being together. We took my nephews to Circus Circus where Max was crowned the big winner of the day and we watched a circus act or two... We went to The Excalibur and saw the Knights at the Round Table. It was too much fun and the boys were amazed... We celebrated my sister's birthday, went to the Bellagio for a champagne buffet brunch (hellooo, tipsy before noon) and to the art museum... We went out to dinner, walked up and down Fremont Street and went out with Jenner.
This trip was f.a.n.t.a.s.t.i.c. and I was devastated when my family had to leave, especially Jude and Las Vegas's biggest new fan, *Max. At one point, he looked at me and said, "Auntie, Las Vegas is a lot more fun-ner than Seattle." True that, kid. True that. When you throw the Bailey clan together in this city (with a couple of handsome fellers with different last names), good times will be had. It's that simple. (*Max also basically learned to read on this trip. What did he read? The word jail. His father spelled it out while telling a story and Max said, "Does that spell jail? I noticed that j-a-i-l spells jail, Dad." Um, wow.)
So, just one more time, I am a lucky lady. Thank you, family, for this trip, for our enduring love through everything and for all the laughs. I love you.