Well 2011 was a pretty amazing year. I survived wedding planning (whew!) and married my best friend, the love of my life, my person. :) Then we went on an amazing trip to Hawaii and started the next chapter of our lives as husband and wife!
Our wedding day was absolutely perfect. For anyone who attended, you know the ceremony was a little less than uneventful (I may have had to ask for a chair and then drink a soda mid-ceremony to prevent myself from passing out, oops!), but that just made it that much more memorable and special – and totally me. Our reception was exactly what I wanted, just a big fun party – the photo booth was awesomeee! Don’t get me wrong, there were things that went wrong along the way, but none of them mattered. I just had such an amazing time and was SO happy to marry M. that the whole day was perfect to me. :) And our honeymoon was SO wonderful, too – our trip had everything we wanted, romance, excitement, togetherness, adventure, amazing food, gorgeous views, relaxation – it was just wonderful.
Unfortunately, once we got home from our honeymoon, reality kicked in quickly, and M. and I dealt with one of the most difficult things we’ve ever gone through together.
We’d noticed earlier in the summer that Rotor, our two-year old orange tabby (aka our first son), didn’t seem as playful and active as usual and it seemed as though he was losing some weight. So when we got home from our honeymoon, we took Rotor to the vet, and after multiple doctors and tests, were informed we only had a few months left with him. It was devastating. Here was this awesome little guy, who played fetch and did tricks, he cuddled with us every night, and was waiting at the door for us every day that we came home, he was a part of our family – he was awesome – and we were told we had 1-3 months left with him. After getting over the initial shock of the news, we were blessed to get another two and a half months with our “Little Lion Man” (a nickname we had affectionately given him). He fought as long and as hard as he could, but when it was time, it was just time. It was one of the hardest decisions we’ve ever had to make, but I know we made the right one. I know it may seem silly to anyone who has never had a pet, but I still miss him like crazy even a month later; he was a member of our family. But I just think of Rotor up there in heaven now, fat and happy, and I know he’ll be in our hearts and our memories for years and years to come. And even though our kids won’t get to meet Rotor, we’ll be sure to tell them stories about our awesome cat who opened doors and played fetch and always made us smile.