Karen once said the most hilarious/kinda sad thing to me, and I got permission to put it here…She must have been high…
I never thought I would get a tattoo. I just didn’t think there would be an image that I would like enough to want it on me forever and always.
I got a little bug on my tummy for Matthew. It is the exact one we had etched on his headstone. It is also the only tatto on the earth that my mother gladly approved of. What is really funny is if you look at the moles on my stomach like a constellation, IT IS THE OUTLINE OF THE BUG…Weird. I guess it was fate.
Moral of the story? Sometimes rules can be a good thing. Sometimes breaking them can be invaluable. I carry so many obvious marks and deeds that I am not perfect. Some days I wish I could cloak, hide, mask my flaws. Others I wouldn’t trade anything for my looney little self.