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Monday, December 26, 2016

I got my very first tattoo in 1997.

I was 26 years old. My daughters were 9 months old and 3 1/2 years old and I was 3 months into a divorce that would take three miserable years to complete.

I felt like I was in a tornado of emotion and depression. I went from a married mother of two, to a single mother of two with hardly any warning. These two babies depended on me and I had to provide for them. My dreams of the future suddenly were thrown in the furnace.

I felt like my life was held together with strings the strength of wet noodles. I was sure of nothing and had trust in no one.

The only thing I was sure of was my daughters and my love for them. I decided to get a tattoo of their initials with a heart. I said, "Men may come and go, people may come and go, but my girls are my blood and we'll always be."

Almost 20 years on my skin.
Always in my heart. 


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