Yeah, so, I did a thing.
Ever since Homer passed away in 2016, I’ve been meaning to get a tattoo. I have an outline of a cat on the outside of my left ankle, and I thought it would be super cute to get an outline of Homer on the inside of that ankle.
I got the cat tattoo when I turned 30, and I planned to get the Homer tattoo when I turned 50. But Covid had other plans. And, in a way, Covid prevented me from making an epic mistake, because the original plan was my then-husband was going to draw the Homer tattoo.
I know, right? I remember jokingly saying, “If I get a tattoo of your drawing on my body that means you can never leave me.” And we’d both laugh, and he said that would never happen.
If that had happened I’d be in this shitty position of deciding to cover up a tattoo that was inspired by good boy Homer because of my cheating ex, or leaving it and having a tattoo drawn by my cheating ex. OR, maybe I’d just have to cut my foot off.
All of those options suck. I’m glad I waited, because I got a tattoo that I think is adorable!
I figured since I was getting the Homer tattoo, I wanted to get a second one. Another tattoo that I’ve had in my mind for a while. I wanted to get a C for Calvin. Originally, I was thinking just a simple capital C. But I wanted something that wasn’t just about C, but about me and Calvin. So, the C is a crescent moon, and there are two stars – a green one for Calvin (his favorite color), and an orange star for me.
It’s cute, right? I love it.
There’s been a lot of changes in our lives the past few years. And change can be scary and overwhelming. But I’m so proud of how Calvin has handled everything. It’s so easy to get lost in emotions, but his logical mind and honesty always finds me. I’m so grateful for him. And I love how much closer and stronger our relationship has become through all of this. He is my sun (son, get it?), moon, and my stars.