We spent a week in Las Vegas on a business trip, leaving Monday morning and driving back to Utah on Friday. It was lots of fun-- we got to stay at the Wynn, all expenses paid, and see an amazing acrobatic show by Cirque du Soleil ("Ka") for free.
Here are some photos. I think they speak for themselves.
What a guilty look.
(It's actually too bad we don't gamble. We could have been rich by now!!)
But of all the buildings, lights, and shiny things, this was the best view to be found in Las Vegas:
As this little baby wiggles around inside, I am so grateful that he's moving. And when he has the hiccups -- I picture this tiny little baby with the hiccups, and it makes me smile.
I think about holding him; I think about his warm little body all sleepy and snuggled in my arms. I think about how his cheeks will be rosy and soft and how I will want to give him lots of kisses.
I think about him calling me "Mommy" when he learns how to talk. I think about him coming to me, crying, when he scrapes his knee. I think about him dressed in a little white shirt and tie, running out of Primary with a picture of Jesus he has colored. I think about him shrieking with delight as his daddy chases him around the room to catch him and tickle him.
I wonder what he'll look like. I wonder what he'll be like. Will he be loud? Rambunctious? Quiet? Inquisitive? Will he cherish the same things we do? Will he be respectful and studious when he is older? Will he be kind? Will he be hard to handle? Rebellious? Will I cry when he decides to disobey?
I wonder if we will be able to keep him safe from harm. What if something happens to him?
Will we teach him everything he needs to know?
All these thoughts go through my head as I wait for our little firstborn baby to come. Whoever or however he is, I'm going to love him with all my heart.