My Birthday (and a bit of rambling)

I just finished reading this book about a teenager who grew up in Vegas. I think I mentioned it in another blog, anyway it ends with the implosion of the Dunes. Made me remember that little piece of history, its a foggy memory, I mostly remember the cannons being shot from the Treasure Island. Im so glad I grew up in Vegas. So glad I know what its like to walk down the strip and not be enamored by the casinos, but to see them as they really are. So glad to know what that desert heat feels like and know how good it can feel when coming out of a ridiculously freezing cold airconditioned movie theatre. So glad to be a part of that city in such a fundamental way that I couldn't bear the idea of raising my own children their. Maybe everyone feels this way about their hometown, just glad Vegas is mine. Being in this contemplative mood on the day before my birthday has me reflecting on my age, life, time. The Dunes imploded in October 1993, I was a freshman, 15 years old. Now I am about to be 28. My 10 year highschool reunion was this year, ten years ago I was turning 18, about to start UNLV. 28 seems old to me now, I know 28 would have seemed old to 18 year old Chanel, but when I think that the last 10 years have been the BEST of my life, I realize just how young I am and how much life there is to be had. I love that my dreams have come true in the last 10 years. I love that I am married to my absolute best friend, that together we have made two of the most beautiful joyful girls we could have ever imagined, I have the greatest most loyal supportive friends a girl could ever hope for, I live in an idealic American town, and I have a testimony that keeps me close to the Lord who is the reason for all these incredible blessings. What a charmed life I lead, and appreciate it all everyday.