You know, people always say that it takes almost losing someone close to you to realize how much you love them? Almost losing my sister DID make me realize that, but it also made me realize that I have but this one life. One chance to live it how I want to live it. One chance to do things the way I want to do them and one change to teach my children about all the amazing things about life, our world and how to live each day to it's best. 'Don't sweat the small stuff'.
Today marks the day that I have been exclusively breastfeeding my triplets for 18 months. One and a half years. I have to say that it is my most proud accomplishment to date.
Today, I also counted my dreadlocks. I have 118. It's been 11 months. So, it appears that it takes longer to grow dreadlocks than it does to grow a baby. Hm. I know, odd way to think of it right? But easy for me, since growing babies, is something that I know.
In just 6 days, I'm going to be starting another project. A new tattoo. I have a few tats here and there but nothing of major significance that says "Hey! This is ME! Look here, let me tell you about ME".
This one will. I am starting on my lower back (with an existing piece) and moving along my ribs (Aaron's idea, so the pain better not be TOO bad) up my left back shoulder, around to the front and down my left arm, to make a sleeve. Yes, this will be another long-term project. I will add things here and there as I see things that peak my interest and that 'talk' to me.
I can't wait to share pictures of the piece. I feel really good about starting it. I'm downright excited actually.
So, to wrap it up. All is good. I'm good. Aaron is good. Kids are all good. Everyone is good. And the sun finally came out in our city. Someone must have kicked the sun dance into high gear because it actually worked this time.