Day 5- Memorial

I knew the second Addison was born I wanted to do some kind memorial for her, a way to honor her. I have honestly always wanted a tattoo but I never really had a real reason to ink my body for the rest of my life. I picked the day very specifically to get my tattoo June 9th. June 9th was picked because that was Addison's original due date. Up to this point I kept thinking as each Friday came around that this Friday I should have been 36, 37, 38 weeks along. I knew this day would have been hard on me, because it's almost like a reality check of what isn't there. Luckily June 9th fell on a Saturday so it was a easy day to get a tattoo. I had a hard time choosing what exactly I wanted to do. My first instant was her feet print, just like they were a little faded in some place. But then I thought about a white tattoo with her name in the inside of my wrist. But, the tattoo artist told me with doing that the white ink doesn't always show up and it might look like you never even got a tattoo. I really wanted my tattoo my first tattoo to be able to be seen and a way to show off the honor of my daughter. So I went with my first thought and got her little tiny, imperfect feet on my shoulder.