Somehow we’re approaching the tail end of April and I haven’t yet posted anything about two back-to-back trips I’ve taken this year. I count on this blog to maintain a record of important moments in my life, so I don’t want to miss this.

In late February, I took a mother-son trip to Vegas to see U2 at the Sphere — all arrangements were made by my youngest son. While we literally flew there specifically for the concert, we did manage to visit Ugo Rondinone’s Seven Magic Mountains in the desert outside of Vegas. This colorful large-scale public art installation had been on my wish list and it didn’t disappoint.

And then there was the concert. I don’t know what I was expecting, but the venue wasn’t anything my mind could’ve conjured up ahead of time. It’s indescribably cool.

Oh, these fellas. They are the definition of fine wine. This was magical. These photos are just a drop in the bucket.

While I knew every word of every song, I rarely managed to sing. My mouth was agape the entire time, my brain trying to take it all in. It was almost sensory overload. The creativity…the brilliance…the spectacle…the sound. Just wow. Beautiful Day was the final piece of the performance and the tears started to flow.

It was indeed a beautiful day, in every way. And the most beautiful memories were made thanks to my wonderful son. I am truly the luckiest.