Not Kristy’s First Blog Post

“Not Kristy’s First Blog Post,” aptly named because, well… this isn’t Kristy! My name is Ryan, Kristy’s boyfriend of the past year. At the time of writing this, Kristy doesn’t even know this website even exists. I put this site together as a surprise for her birthday.

Over the last year I have had the unique experience of getting to know Kristy and falling head over heals, crazy in love with her (she can testify to just how crazy). “Unique experience” might seem an odd choice of words, however I specifically chose them. My experience has been “unique.” For the simple reason that I have had the pleasure to get to know Kristy in her truest form. I honestly believe that I am the only one on this planet to bear witness to the “real” Kristy.

So many people know Kristy as a mother, even more probably, as a cancer survivor. She is, without a doubt, the best mom! Even when she’s second guessing and sobbing on the couch, thinking she’s failed some how. This woman loves her girls. She has sacrificed so much for them, and has been happy to do so. She loves them to such a degree!… that I get jealous of the time and attention they get. Seriously, that’s a real thing! I’m workin’ on it.

I didn’t really know her while she was going through her battle with breast cancer. I knew the Kristy that everyone else thinks they know. I wish I could go back. Go back to sit with her in that room, to run her bath and rub her hands when they ached. To lay a wet rag over her face when she was sick. To take care of her. Truth is though, she didn’t need me to do any of that. She fought that battle on her own. She had doubts and fears but none of us ever saw them. She stayed strong for everyone. She stayed positive for everyone else’s sake. In the face of death, she was selfless.

While both those things do make up a large part of who Kristy is… they are far from the only things. I know her laugh. The hearty, throw your head back, deep from your gut laugh. It’s my favorite. I know how vulnerable she can be. How she gets even more anxious trying to hide the fact that she’s anxious in the first place. I know she loves horror films, and sleeping on the couch. I know she loves margaritas, but only with “the good” tequila.

I also know she writes. I’ve been able to read some of her words and it only makes me want to read more. She dreamt once, of becoming an author, but she put that away. She would never admit it, but she is a writer, and a damn good one. She speaks with honesty and feeling. She writes what she knows, even if she doesn’t know it, because her words come from her heart.

To be honest, I’m kind of on the fence about more people getting to know the “real” Kristy. That’s MY Kristy. And I like that I get that all to myself. She is the most beautiful person I have ever known. She’s kind with her words, even when she’s being brutally honest. She loves with her whole soul. She’s smart and truly thinks before she speaks because she doesn’t think she is. She is SO sexy, especially just after blowdrying her hair (though she doesn’t believe me when I say that).

As much as I want her all to myself, I know that I would be doing the world a disservice if I didn’t encourage her to chase her dreams. Kristy Is Capable of so much! I want her to be herself always, and be proud of who she is, always. Kristy has a voice that deserves to be heard. That needs to be heard. And now, she has a platform to do it, if she so chooses.

Kristy,

This is your very own blog baby. You ARE a writer. So write. Happy Birthday. I LOVE YOU.

Ryan