got new tattoos on Saturday.
A little shop called
True Blue Tattoo
on sixth and Red River
in downtown Austin.
Or "dirty sixth" as it's called.
We chose our tattoo artist,
to create beautiful
The rose on her business card?
It's a tattoo.
Dayna went first.
Because she is braver than I am.
Which is to say that she was afraid she would chicken out
if she had to watch me go first.
as it happens,
she would have.
As I screamed.
And cussed like a sailor.
More on that later.
But Dayna was a champ.
At least a little.
Once she was done
it was my turn.
I have a low back tattoo, see.
And I haven't loved it for quite some time.
I have been thinking of ways to add on to it
make it look less like a "tramp stamp"
and a little more like a tattoo.
Like something that held some meaning
I told this to Cara.
That I wanted birds.
Maybe some flowers, too.
after an hour of twitching
is what she created using
my vague description of what I wanted
and her ridiculous tattoo prowess:
the outlined parts are Cara's addition.
I will go back in three weeks to add shading
Tattoos might not be your thing
and that's okay.
But this tattoo
is a big deal
represents one of my girls,
while simultaneously being a tribute
to both my grandmother Helen and her love of Cardinals
and to Lucinda and her birdie.
Yesterday was my Gramma's birthday.
Or rather it would have been.
Sunday is the anniversary of Cooper's death.
And next Thursday is Stella's 1st birthday.
When the tattoo was finished
it was difficult for me not to cry.
Because this one
more than any of my others
Which makes the pain
so very worth it.