So, last month, I did something I swore I would never ever do. I got a tattoo. For some reason I was just never a fan of them and couldn't think of a reason why I would possibly get one and would never get something that I would regret. But I realized that this saying carried a lot of weight for me and really meant something. So I did it.
I figured that it was a well thought out plan. It wasn't some spur of the moment thing that I did because I was a little tipsy (ha...pretty rare), or some random dare from friends, or a stupid move in college because everyone else was doing it. I couldn't think of a reason why I would ever regret loving my kids. It's a constant reminder to me of my kids when I'm at work and I look down at my wrist. I don't spend all day with them, but I definitely think about them a lot whether they realize it or not.
So, one day when I'm old and gray (well shoot...I'd say there are already too many grays), this will not be a decision that I look back and say, "what in the world was I thinking".
I'm sure people will judge, but for me, it was the right thing to do!
Sydney, if you're reading this...I love you more...I win!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ha!

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