Okay I confess…that’s not an Easter tradition and this will likely be the only year I get “Easter ink” done.
But since you’re here and you’re reading, look what I did!
I can not have any more children because there are no wrists left to commemorate them on. I’m okay with that. I’m more than okay with that.
As it turns out, I have met my threshold of carving-designs-into-my-skin-for-self-expression pain.
Not as tough as I picture myself to be.
Now I have a tattoo on each wrist.
As I like to say, the placement is symbolic of the shackles of motherhood imprisonment.
But in a good way.