A couple of weeks ago, after a couple of years of thinking about it, I got this tattoo.
Already it has been helpful in these madhouse days.
The idea came from the time Lucy was in the ICU, and we stood above her little bed and said, "Breathe, sweetie. Breathe." I promised myself if she lived? I'd get this tattoo.
It's a sea change for me. (and the name of the tattoo place was Sea Change.) I love the yes, but it's outward and loving and throwing open my arms. This one is more inward, slower, a chance to really breathe.