A diamond is forever...whatever....

OK, so i finally mustered up the audacity..... took the plunge......... lost my mind.... made up my mind........ i never cried, but it hurt.....

"if i can birth 3 kids and take 4 epidurals, i can endure a few minutes of this"

NO ONE... and this is not an exaggeration.... thought that i would ever do this. as a matte of fact i only received one kind response to it. the encouragement--- Dan was going to get his 6th tat for Anna and i wanted to play, too. I considered doing it for about a year. I really thought that it couldn't be so bad. then a colleague got her first on her right shoulder and said it wasn't so bad. "what the heck.... "

i suppose the biggest thing holding me back from ever doing it wasn't how it would feel, but how i would feel about it forever? i thought "if i could only get one then it must mean everything to me"....so the process started. I felt obligated to get Dan's name since he has mine. but then I'd have to keep up with him and get the kids' names. so far i was up to 4 separate tats, or just one great big blob of ink too big to disguise.

and then it hit me..." even when i feel like i have nothing in this moment, i actually have everything i really need...forever"


location----it had to be inconspicuous enought for my professional lifestyle. But i really wanted it to be somewhat "sneaky"----just enough for anyone to ask what it is adn what it means.

Do you know what it means???

everyone i know who has tattoos say they are addictive. When my guy was done with it i said "it wasn't so bad" and he told me " you'll be back sooner than you think". It's not that i wouldn't do it again, but what can i get that would top this.......