Monday, July 28, 2014


You guessed it. Last Friday, on Sweet C's first birthday, I got my first tattoo.

(I alluded to it and profusely apologized to my parents profusely here, and here, and here, and here...)

Let me cover the basics of my new ink...

It's didn't hurt.

It's small.

It's on my arm.

It's the Greek version of a word meaning "called."

C's middle name, Kaleo ("kal-ay-oh") is a derivative of the word.

It's not Brad's fault. (Wasn't even his idea.)

I love it, but sometimes I look at it and think it's too big. (I assume this is what people say about breast implants at first, so surely I'll think it's perfect in a little while.)

As a side note, I am learning more and more over the years that my body is JUST my body. Yes, it's the temple of the Holy Spirit and I will do what I can to keep it strong and healthy, but the actual outer physical appearance of my body is nothing to stress over. So I won't.

It looks way smaller in real life. It's about 1.5".  (Still healing so it looks a little crusty!)

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