I mentioned in this post that I was scheming a tattoo idea based on Emily Dickinson's poem "XXXII" or "Hope is the Thing with Feathers."
And after hemming and hawing about it for weeks (internally, it was months) Curtis finally was like "OK, let's go. We're going to the tattoo shop right now and making an appointment." So we got up off the couch and walked over to Remington Tattoo (which, I will add, has THE coolest decor of any place ever) and made an appointment for the very next day.
I showed Sarah this photo, from an Etsy greeting card, and told her to do her thing.
And the next evening, I had a beautiful new tattoo.
It is so so pretty, and I couldn't be happier about it. Seriously, people. In love.