Thursday, December 26, 2013

Christmas Cards

I hope everyone has had a wonderful Christmas!  I am still celebrating, but wanted to post our Christmas card pics now that I have given them out.  These cards got done last minute!  Russ and I went to downtown Chattanooga to meet up with my best friend and photographer, Erin Campbell of Erin Jessica Photography.  I love the pictures she does for us.  I'm so thankful she was able to squeeze us in last minute during the busy Holiday season.  I am hoping to get a copy of all the pictures she did and hopefully make some prints because I have no pictures on my walls.  We have been crazy busy ever since we got married (over 3 years ago) and I just haven't gotten around to it.  I'm hoping I can get our home looking more "put-together" soon.  

We decided to get fancy for this year's pictures.  Russ wears a suit to work everyday anyways, so when he got off of work, we headed straight to Chattanooga.  I had a Jessica Simpson coat that I had bought from Belk a few years back and also wore my new Christmas dress (which isn't visible in the pictures).  We lucked up and found a huge light display and it made my favorite picture of our silhouettes.   This area was actually where Russ proposed to me over four years ago.  It was very special to return and get our pictures made.  I felt so blessed standing next to Russ and remembering how far we have come in such a short time it seems.  God has done so much for us.  We are so grateful for the joy and peace He has brought to us and especially for sending His son, Jesus, down to this Earth to pay the price for our sins.  We could never thank Him enough!

Merry Christmas!

Russ and Christy 

Wednesday, December 18, 2013

MIA and Mr. Kitty

I have been MIA from the blog world lately, which stinks.  It has been so busy, but hopefully I am caught up now and can devote more time to my little blog.  You might think it is due to the Holiday Season, but no, it is due to a horrible Pharmacology final!  A final that was over everything we had learned and was worth half my grade. Yeah, no fun!  I didn't take my final until December 12th and then I had to play catch-up with Christmas.  Russ and I also took a trip to NYC right after Thanksgiving, which didn't really turn out the way we had expected... That will be saved for another post.  It is a long story!  

Anyways, to sum it all up, this Christmas has been a tough one so far.  Besides being in school, I have to work on Christmas this year.  And, although, I will be doing what I love, caring for sweet babies, it still makes me sad that I will be away from my family while they celebrate.  That is the life of the nurse, and I knew that when I was slaving away in nursing school.  It has also been hard because Russ and I are so busy and we don't live next door to everyone now.  I wish I could be around my family more and gas wasn't so expensive.  I am so thankful for my mamaw, but she gets so stressed around the holidays.  I wish she could enjoy them like she used too.  And while I am being "Debbie Downer" my precious "first-born" cat passed away unexpectedly on Saturday night.  I wish I could put into words how much that cat meant to not only me, but my family.  He was truly my best friend when I had none.  He helped me through so many difficult times growing up.  

I picked out Mr. Kitty when I was fifteen years old.  I asked my parents if I could stop by Petco real quick and, sure enough, the shelter had brought kittens outside of Petco that needed adopted.  All the kittens were pretty much normal kittens, and then there was my Mr. Kitty, hanging upside down in the cage.  He was the most handsome, cutest kitten I had ever laid eyes on.  He was the perfect orange and white, fluffy kitten (everything I had ever hoped for).  I ran up to mom and dad, who were still getting out of the car, and my mom says she knew right then I had found the one.  When I showed her to him and we talked about getting him, I remember the lady from the shelter being excited, but also telling mom about the fees and vaccines needed to adopt my prized kitten.  I was sad.  I knew there was no way my parents were going to spend money on a cat, when we had always gotten kittens for free in the past.  I think the fee was like $50, which was a lot of money to me at the time.  And then mom started signing the papers for him! I was on cloud nine!  I toted him all around Petco and told my daddy that we were getting him, and he just shook his head with a grin.  He had no idea that Mr. Kitty would become his best bud for the next nine years.

Mr. Kitty was actually named Miss Kitty for a few months.  I thought he was a boy, but the vet said he was a girl, until it was time to get him fixed.  The vet said something about getting him neutered and we said, "But isn't it a girl?!"  So Miss Kitty became Mr. Kitty!  He even ended up having a dark yellow patch of fur above his lip just like a mustache to prove his point!  

Mr. Kitty would sleep with me every night.  He trained himself to go outside to "use the bathroom."  He would go to the door and pick the carpet when he wanted out and then come back to the window on the front porch and pick the screen when he wanted in.  (Which wasn't good for the house, but showed just how smart Mr. Kitty was).  He was so spoiled and wouldn't even walk to his food bowl without my mom walking him to it.  Whenever my dad was sleeping on the recliner, he would go lay in between his legs on the footrest.  As a kitten, he used to play hide and seek with me.  He would jump in the air on his back legs to say he found me.   He even jumped up one time and accidentally busted my brother's lip! It was crazy!  Mr. Kitty was there for me when I felt all alone.  If I was crying, he would come lay down beside me and comfort me.  Even on my last night at home before my wedding day, he came and slept beside me the whole night, knowing something was about to change.  He was the smartest, best pet I have ever known.  When I left home, Mr. Kitty stayed with my parents, taking my spot as the baby of the family.  My heart hurts not only for myself, but for them.  I hate that no one is there to keep them company and give them their love like he did.  

Saturday, my parents, brother, and sister-in-law came into town to watch a Christmas play at UT.  We had a really great time together.  That night when my parents got home they found Mr. Kitty in severe pain.  He had a blood clot that had paralyzed his lower half.  My mom gave me the call in the middle of the night.  I will never forget his cries.  They took him to an emergency vet, with no hope given.  

I don't understand why my precious cat had to die this way.  I also don't understand why it had to happen before Christmas or why it couldn't have happened a day later, so I could have seen him one last time.  I feel like my mom needs him right now more than ever.  And although I don't understand any of it, I trust that God has a plan.  I trust that everything will be okay and God will take care of us as we grieve losing him.  I know he was just a cat, but in many ways he was so much more.  He was our best friend and I would give anything to have him back with us.  

Mr. Kitty, I hope you know much we all loved you and what a difference you made in our lives.  I will never find another like you.  I know with all of my heart that God made you just for me.  I will never forget you.  Your soft fur and warm embrace meant more to me than you'll ever know.  

I know this post is pretty sad, especially before Christmas, but I promise future ones will be more upbeat.  In fact, I actually had one of the best days today.  I just felt like I needed to get this off my chest before I could move on to happier posts.