…wonder no longer.
Apparently my father loved the name Kristy Kay, so that’s what my parents named me. And for a long time, I hated it. Hated my middle name. Hated the way they spelled my first name. In fact, I spent most of ninth writing ‘Christie’ in the top right corner of all of my assignments. Pretty sure all the teachers thought I was nuts.
Eventually, I came to love my name. Since K-r-i-s-t-y was not a common spelling, I decided it was unique, and I could live with it. Well, except for The Worst Birthday EVER. Aside from that though, I was cool with my name.
I got to the place where I didn’t mind the fact that my sister and her family still call me Krispy – to this day. I’m a grownup. I see the humor there. Now. And I also found it very funny when this same sister told me about a new toy her son has. She took a picture and sent it to me.
No, the first name isn’t exactly right, but it still made me laugh.
I’m sorry Kristy, but I happen to like your name and the way it’s spelt. In fact, that is how I envisioned the spelling before I saw it written. I’m sorry if you’re not happy with it, but really it is a beautiful name. So embrace it girlfriend! ((Hugs!)) 🙂
Wow, I’m really behind on things! Hi, Karen! I’m glad you like the way my name is spelled. It took me until I was twenty before I liked it. I think was changed my mind was when I realized my dad loved it and chose it for me. Hugs. 🙂