I'm Leslie. Married with three sons. Caleb is 11, Zack is 10, and Alexander is 6.
I guess I'll start by talking about my tattoo since I chose that as my pic.
I got it a month ago. It's a daisy, with a bee.
The daisy is in memory of my sister who passed away this past August. She was 44. It was WAY too early for her to go. Our favorite flower was the daisy. There is just something special about them. They bloom where they are. They aren't fancy. They are simple yet lovely. And they can tell you if someone loves you or not.
Anyway, I asked my sister's son, Shawn to design the tat for me. He is a brilliant artist and I felt it fitting since it was to memorialize his mom. He did a beautiful job.
The bee is representative of the pain in life. How some things hurt. But, in reality, without the bee, there would be no more daisies. So, take the pain in stride.
I also have my sons' initials in the petals of the daisy. It really encompasses so much for me. I'm proud of it. The only thing that I hate is that I can't see it unless I look in the mirror.
3 comments:
Cool beans, Girlfriend! You have a blog, too! We're gonna have us some fun this summer!!!!!!! Your tat looks great in your pic. :):):)
Nice tats! I can't wait to hear what #26 is going to be!
Great blog! You're a natural!
HAHAHAHAA THE EAGLE HAS LANDED!!!
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