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.