I love them on me.
I love them other people.
Tattoos are works of art. Tattoos tell stories.
Many tattoos are pieces of our hearts that we put on the outside of our bodies. Pieces of who we really are and what really matters to us.
I've recently added one to my collection. This one is, by far, my most personal and means the most to me.
For years I have wanted to get some ink in honor of my mother and I decided what better time than right now.
My latest tattoo. It's on my wrist (Sorry dad, don't stay mad at me for too long..... I swear I am still a good kid). Of course, I know I didn't really need the ring or the tattoo because my mom is with me mind, body, and spirit all the time. I wanted something that on any given day when I felt alone, scared, and wondering exactly how I will survive I could look at this a find some peace.
I love everything about this tattoo. This a big piece of my heart for all of the world to see.
It makes me smile.
It makes me want to live a life that my mother would be proud of.
It is helping me move on from a very painful event.
It gives me hope for the future.
Love and miss you Momma. XOXO