Exactly What I Want

For my 31st birthday, Hubby promised that I could get a tattoo to commemorate our triplets.

I knew what I wanted, for once.  Three flying birds on my right wrist.

For a number of reasons, our babies had become represented by tiny birds throughout the pregnancy, and then especially as we lost them one by one over the course of that fateful Christmas.  Baby birds, birds flying, three eggs; over and over they appeared on covers of books sent, on figurines given, on cards mailed.

For me nothing could represent them better.

But exactly what those birds should look like seemed to elude me.  I wanted something simple and so I played around with sketches and such over the past few months, and occasionally searched Google Images.  But still, I didn't see anything that I wanted to permanently sketch on my body.

Until tonight.

When I found this:

Three tiny birds in flight, on someone's wrist.  Exactly what I was looking for!

So once we get all of this embryo adoption stuff settled, perhaps after pregnancy if we are blessed enough to get to that point, I will go and get my tattoo.

A permanent reminder of my three tiny baby birdies that flew to heaven before I was ready for them to go.