I love my little tattoo.
I love to look at it.
I love to touch it.
I love the meaning behind it.
I love it when it peeks through my long sleeve shirts and I see the top of it.
I love when people see it.
I love to talk about it.
I love that it makes me happy.
I, strangely, love remembering the discomfort I felt as it was being permanently marked on me.
I have other tattoo ideas I might get in the future.
But for now, I love my two little tattoos; my wrist one and my ear one.