You're such a demanding lot, you know that?
Okay, okay, I give.
I told the story of my first tattoo a few months ago, and you can read it here.
The first two tattoos I designed myself, and the third I mentioned in yesterday's post. The inspiration, from the logo on the side of "Serenity" from Firefly. And, the result.
The first of two things. This tattoo is now four years old, so it's now faded from its original black. The discerning eye might notice there is a sliver of gap missing in the last character of the actual tattoo. It used to be there, but not anymore. Lovely.
The second thing is the confirmation. Two years ago, The Boy decided to come into the world over 8 weeks early and in a decidedly difficult way (that's a story for November 17, and there's a reason for that specific day). One night toward the tail end of his 26-day stay in the NICU, I had taken The Wife home during the evening shift change and went back to spend part of the night with my sick son. As I'm sitting in the dark NICU, my son resting on my chest, I hear the night nurse muttering to herself next to me. I glance over, and she's looking down at me and speaking in Chinese. To my confirmation, and Joss Whedon's credit, this nurse says, "Serenity." So, I guess we got that one right.