Tattoo

NO...this tattoo is NOT on my body.

Laugh if you will but I want a tattoo. I have zero markings on my body...unless you count stretch marks. I have only one hole pierced in each ear. I am what I would call plain!! I used to want a tattoo in high school but my Daddy threatened to cut off my allowance & college fund if I got a tattoo. I had no choice but to listen!

Jon is much like my dad. He will hear nothing of me getting a tattoo or another piercing. I don't want another piercing...I'm just making a point. He seems to like that fact that I am simple!

When all of this happened with Logan I decided that I wanted to get a tattoo as a daily reminder of him. Not that I don't have plenty of reminders...things around the house, his gravesite, etc. I just really wanted his feet tattooed on me. It seems that his feet are the most precious thing to me. I suppose it's because what I have left of him are pictures & real prints of his feet.

I thought that if my husband ever agrees to it that I would either put it on my back, right shoulder or on my inner, left wrist. I realize that it is not really an option for me right now if I want to keep the peace in my house...but one day maybe! Here is what I was thinking but on a much SMALLER scale than you see up above. I really want the heart with wings that is in the first picture. However, I would substitute the lock in the center for Logan's little feet below.

For those of you who were at his service & got a memorial booklet, maybe you will understand. The quote that Jon & I picked out for Logan was:

"Some people come into our lives and quickly go,

Some stay awile and leave footprints on our hearts.

And we are never, ever the same."

I thought that this tattoo would be fitting. Oh well. I guess a girl can dream!!