One summer day, she called to me from the sun room in our house in New York.
"Mommy, come here! I want to show you something!"
When I walked out to see, I noticed a tiny little tattoo on her hand. I mentioned to her that I loved the hearts, but she said, "No! There's something even better than that!"
After picking myself up off the floor, I called Mark at work to tell him that we had a creative, budding artist on our hands. Who else would think about encircling their belly button (perfectly straight, mind you!) with a purple and pink flower tattoo?
Looking at this photo all these years later still makes me laugh. Thank goodness for photographic evidence!
