This weekend was supposed to be all about the Scottish Festival. The plan was set, the weather was perfect… but I never made it. And honestly? I didn’t care one bit. My mind was somewhere else entirely — wrapped up in the excitement of my present.

It still doesn’t feel real. Every time I think about it, I get that fluttery, can’t-sit-still kind of feeling. You know the one — where you start planning before you even have it in your hands. That’s me right now. I’ve already mapped out what I’ll do first, what I’ll change, and where we’ll go together, even though she’s not here yet.

Sometimes the anticipation is its own kind of magic. The festival will be there next year — but moments like this, where joy feels almost unreal, those are the ones you tuck away and remember.

A year ago today: https://mwilliamsart.com/64days/2024/10/1/september-21-2024

Orange Julia is still with us and we found out that she had been shot at one time. My baby is lucky to be alive. She has had a few more seizors and after she stops convulsing she runs to me. I hold her and love on her until she is ready to walk away. This is the only time she is overly affectionate. I WILL TAKE IT! I hate that she has these and unless they start being closer together, the vet doesn’t want to treat them with meds. She is way to young to be going through all that she has!