Sorry Ma

I've wanted a tattoo since I can remember. I thought it was just a stage that every kid goes through once they're ready to shed their baby fur, but the desire just never went away. In fact, when we FINALLY became a family of three the urge grew even stronger. I honestly thought that when I was knocking on 30's doorstep that the urge to pierce or tattoo would be long gone, but that just isn't so.

After lots of thought and discussion with the hubby I finally made the decision to do it. I wanted this tattoo to be a reminder that the only dream that truly matters is my reality. I chose three interlocking hearts to be placed on my wrist. Our little family of three. I never thought it'd happen. Stephen and Evie came with me to get the tattoo. It took about 10 minutes. It didn't feel great, but the pain was bearable. I'm not quite sure how some people sit for HOURS to do gigantic murals on their backs.

I'm really happy with the tattoo. It's small and delicate. It's not a pain to cover when I return to teaching in a few years. It's a beautiful reminder that the pain and heartbreak of the past lead us to a lot of love in the end.

I know a lot of people (cough: mom, cough: dad) aren't tattoo fans. I respect that. I also really appreciate when people who love me choose to love me even when they don't agree with me. That's the mark of a respectful and unconditional love that I hope to show to Evie all the way into adulthood. Thank you for showing me that kind of love, mom and dad. I know you'd really like to take a cheese grater to it, but you love me just the same. Means everything to me.

Ok folks, here it is...

Right after it was done

After the redness went away