Life is Like a Tattoo
Life isn’t watercolor brush strokes — life is the buzz, and bite of a tattoo gun paired with a needle all your own. That no one else will ever know. Sometimes all we notice are the pricks and pokes, and pain they bring. Then you remember that at the end of that need is ink. Driving a bit more color, and detail, to one hell of a masterpiece.
Thunder
We didn’t realize it then, but something had just rattled our little home. Not a house… a home. A home he and his family gutted, and remodeled, in hopes of this being a nest egg. Little did we know it would become our nest to grow within. A foundation for a life neither one of us thought we would ever have. In a lot of ways, this home has evolved with us. Through every stage of our relationship it has earned a proverbial brownie patch.