Hubster and I decided for Valentine’s Day gifts this year we would both get phoenix tattoos. This tattoo means more to me than any other I’ve gotten so far. It represents the past few years, which have been both the hardest and best years of my life. Joy after depression. Good health after malignant cancer. Mended broken relationships. The most amazing friend, absolute best love, and greatest marriage after a broken heart. A beautiful baby boy after multiple miscarriages and the threat of infertility. The Phoenix is reborn from rising from the ashes, strength after destruction. I can’t describe the past few years any other way.
