Ed and I are off to Las Vegas for the long weekend to celebrate our anniversary.
You may be wondering why Las Vegas. For some reason, totally out of character for both of us, Ed and I love Vegas. We have both been there separately, but never together. We’ve been talking about it since we first met and have been collecting spare change for gambling money for about that long, too.
Once we’d booked the tickets, I began to question whether it was really where I wanted to spend Labor Day weekend. I began to wonder whether it could ever be as fun as we used to think it would be. Whether anything will ever be as fun as we used to think it could be. Then a few people reminded me that Vegas is a vacation destination more likely than others to be free of small children. I certainly didn’t consciously think of that when I booked the trip. I was thinking about the wild, over-the-top, insanely ridiculous but very welcome distractions Vegas would offer. But now that I think about it, it is indeed a place that we would be highly unlikely ever to have taken Hudson (at least as a child), and is therefore much less likely to make me feel sad and empty the whole time, lamenting that she is not there with us.
So away we go. I’ll probably take a full three-day break from the blog. No way to take a break from the grief (it sucks that way), but I’ll do my best to enjoy myself for a little while.