I thought I would wake up to more wrinkles and saggy skin. I thought turning thirty sounded old, boring, and extremely undesirable. I thought when the time came, I would want to hide in a hole and be by myself while the world passed me by for a moment.
Well, I thought wrong.
September 19th, I turned thirty. I woke up looking the same with a new pep in my step. I was older, but no more or less boring or desirable. And when the time came to celebrate, I wanted to party in the most unique city in the world; Las Vegas.
My feet hurt from dancing the night away in 3 inch heels. My stomach hurt from laughing with friends, and from over eating at the Wynn buffet. My hands were happy while holding shopping bags of dresses and shirts to fit my growing belly. My eyes hurt from all the nasty images of nudity on the streets but gleaned at the Bellagio water show, Venetian pool side, and the amazing architecture up and down Las Vegas Blvd. And alas, my soul delighted that my husband was still a good moral man even when hypnotized by Marc Savard on a grand stage in Vegas.
I’m still truly happy. I’m still madly in love. And I’m still as immature as I was at 29.
Thank for coming to celebrate my friends, love you all!
4 comments:
Happy Birthday, Melissa! You're not getting older--you're just getting better! It looked like you were having such a great time! Way to go, Phillip, for giving Melissa such a great party!
No one should have so much fun on their 30th birthday!!! Haha. Just kidding. I'm grateful the girls could stay with us so you two could get away with adults for a couple of nights. Great post to help you always remember how to enjoy the beautiful things life has to offer--even in Vegas.
Love love love these pictures! That was such a fun trip! We were some pretty crazy mormans that weekend, haha.
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