Four
Recently this photo showed up in my FB feed- the number "4" tattoo I got with my sister four years ago.
My husband will tell you the tattoo was for him- that it commemorates his lacrosse number, despite the fact that it predates my knowledge of his very existence.
Instead, this one was for the girls- for my mama, two sisters and myself. Four very different ladies that love each other fiercely and unconditionally no matter where we are in the world. And although I may be on the other side of the country from them from time to time, I'm always reminded of the closeness between us.
And now that it has officially been four years since I moved back home, it reminds me also of my new start, where I met my soul mate + began the rest of my life.
Love you girls to the moon and back, forever and always.
Almost a year ago my family and I left home in Connecticut to quarantine in California.
It was a polarizing choice; one that we struggled to make. Some disagreed. Others applauded it. But ultimately it was a legal one, and we travelled in the safest way possible; for the sake of our family.
It didn’t take long before a NYT reporter, and former classmate of mine, blasted me and my choices all over her page.