This has nothing to do with photography: my tattoo.

I have memories of my mom singing to us.  In the car, in the kitchen, instead of talking.  Somewhere along the line it became a bit of a joke to the family.  “Mom’s singing again.”  But really, those memories are good ones (even the ones of being a teenager and being mortified that she was singing along in the car with my friends there. Oh my God, Mom, you are SO embarrassing. Haha.)  And now guess who sings all the time?  I’m sure my husband is mortified.

I’ve been thinking about getting a tattoo forEVER, but I could never decide what I’d want to put on my body permanently.  Sometime in the last year my sister or I (we can’t remember who!) had the idea to get matching tattoos…of the lyrics of a song my my sang/sings to us…in her handwriting.  It took a long time to coordinate, but my sister gave me a gift card for Christmas and then it was just a matter of time.  Last month we finally pulled it off.

She came up to Seattle to visit.  We hadn’t made an appointment (thinking it was a weekday and we’d probably get in…it was Spring Break) so we drove all around the city visiting different tattoo shops trying to find one who could do what we wanted…within a day or two.  Finally we found Pierced Hearts.  The guys there were SO nice!  They answered all of our questions and told us to come back in 3 hours.  That three hours was a looong wait.  I was super nervous.  My sister already has a couple of tattoos, but it was my first.  She was building it up to be really painful and every minute of that wait ticked by like an eternity!

Finally it was time.  Our artists, Lance and Jay, were laid back and made us feel comfortable (even if they did make fun of me a little bit for being nervous).  And for those of you who are thinking about getting one and want to know…it didn’t hurt that bad!

Here is our mom’s handwriting, forever on our arms:

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