Here they are: my daughter and son, and my husband in the middle. On a branch (that’s me), holding them up. And there, that’s our little fallen leaf, Marshmallow. I wanted it to be happy, full of hope and beauty. Just like my life has been, despite some losses, despite some challenges, despite some sadness. Happy, bright, content.
It hurt, yes. Yes, it really hurt in some spots. Just like life.
But, as in life, the beauty will last longer and shine brighter than any of that.
Etched into my skin, I will remember you, little Marshmallow.
Inked permanently, I’m committed to holding Mason, Story and Ryan up through all weather, all times, to the end.
I couldn’t be happier with my new tattoo.