traditions and reflections.

A very simple but important Christmas Eve tradition to my sisters and I meant a little more this year. 

Last year in February I went and did something I had been planning on for a long time. 

And it actually was planned to fall on the anniversary of a significant date in my life. 

My tattoo.

 I had a small, hand drawn heart inked in purple on my foot.  

Hand drawn by one of the incredible special needs kids I work with. Purple for her color. 

It had been two years since her death.  

To always remind me of this sweet, precious child who thought the world of me 

even though I was unworthy of her adoration. 

In reality she was who I looked up to. 

I want to live my life in a way that someday I will be worthy of the love that little girl freely gave me. 

I want her looking down on me, smiling, 

knowing that I try my hardest because of the influence she had on my life.