Mother's Day 2001 was not at all what I had planned for it to
be. I had planned to have my little girl all decked out in a frilly dress
with a little bonnet on her head. I planned on our new little family to go
to brunch with the grandparents and maybe a nice walk on the bike trail if the
weather was nice.
As it turns out, this was just one of many days I had planned
that was not meant to be. My Mother's Day present was an unusual one, and
one that I know I will always treasure, no matter how non-traditional it is.
Friday, May 11, 4 co-workers and I left the office a little
early and headed to a neighborhood near Iowa State University known as
"Campustown". On Welch Avenue, there is a bevy of interesting
restaurants, clothing stores, and 1 well established tattoo parlor. My
friends and I went into the tattoo shop armed with a digital camera and a
scanned image of Carley's footprints. I was going to memorialize my
daughter permanently.

Here are Angie & Greg waiting patiently on the couches |

Jen, Angie, Ross (in back) me, Greg (in way back) and Bob the ink artist |

Bob, the ink artist |

Bob sets the stencil on my shoulder |

See? |

Instead of outlining it like you would a normal tattoo, Bob just
painted it in so it would look like an authentic footprint |

He worked quickly, but carefully. |

And it only really got painful when he got close to my collarbone |
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And here is the finished product |
Now, should anyone ever see it, I can just claim
that it is proof of an angel who perches on my shoulder.
I miss my baby.