My only tattoo.
At 19, Z was for Zach. Can you see it in there?
I was aware that it might not last forever, but I knew he would forever be a huge part of
who I became and how I would love in the future. So I did it. The tattoo artist said to me, "Come back after you've broken up and we can cover it with a rose. Easily." The cynic. I returned not long after and the all knowing tattoo guy covered it with a rose.
This rose with a hidden Z is above my right heel. Somewhat secret. The way I wanted it.
10 years later I married Zach. We named our first child, Greta Rose. Something she finds very meaningful.
Thank you, Patrice, for inviting me this week. Oops, last week.