My first week home has been crazy busy. I have been on the go since I landed. And that's okay! Having the opportunity to help my grandparents and my mom has been something I have missed.
So for tonight's post I'll catch you up on my week...
Sunday-Mother's Day...
To be with my Gramma and Momma for Mother's day was so great. We went to church and came back to Gramma's for lunch and it was GOOD!
Gramma cooked up some turkey and ALL the fixings! I had no idea how much I missed her cooking! The only thing she did not make was frybread. And not having frybread was a little weird. But the food... Goodness it was so good! Gramma knows how to cook it up! :)
So sitting in church my little sister thought it would be okay to take some "selfies". :)
This girl always has to do something silly in a serious situation. Kinda like her big sister.
But I love her to death and she helps me be "not so serious" in situations that require a little laughing. :) And I have to say Sunday required a little laughing. :)
Thanks kiddo for being silly ;) I love you!
Sevin had to get a Gramma hug after we gave her our Mother's day gift.
Monday...
I got to see two of my babies!!! :)
RJ and Jazzy came to see Auntie Glo!
And of course Auntie Glo had to give someone cake BEFORE lunch. :)
The handsome little boy has grown so much! I can't believe it. And he sure loves his auntie! :)
We had such a blast jumping on the trampoline. :)
On the left we stopped just in time to take a picture together but when Jazzy heard a train all bets were off... This is as close as we could get to a good picture. :)
The picture on the right probably was taken when we were looking for the dogs. She was so excited that great Gramma and Baba had dogs wondering their yard. :)
Jazzy is such a great big sister. She was holding RJ's arm trying to show him how to jump. :) And as you can see the boy absolutely LOVES the attention from his auntie and sister. :)
I love these two so much! And watching them grow like a flower is such a blessing...
Tuesday...
Ummm... I can't remember what I did Tuesday.... So we'll just move along...
Wednesday...
So I did something that I know many people will be upset but you know, they can be upset and a little disappointed in me but that's not going to change what I did...
So this is what I did...
Now before I get a bunch of comments let me just set the record straight on why I got a tattoo.
The decision to share this wasn't easy but I got the tattoo in a place that is quite obvious, so better late than never.
Since I was little I have always wanted to a tattoo. I have just been pondering on what kind of tattoo to get and when to get it. And these last two months I finally decided what I wanted to get and after much researching I decided on the above.
Sevin...
I decided about three days before I got it that I wanted to add my baby sister's name in it. Why? Because I love this little girl so much and through everything she is my constant reminder not to give up on my dreams. She gives me that little push I need when I'm ready to give up.
Faith...
I got this because each time I go through hard times I always fall back on my faith. I have tried to walk this world alone but I have learned that I can't. No matter how much I try, it's just not possible.
A cross...
This could mean a number of things but to me it is a reminder what Jesus did for me (because I need a reminder).
And what connects them is the infinity sign.
Infinity, to me, is a quality of being...
a characteristic, if you will, of never ending possibilities of manifesting yourself.
I wanted these three things to connect because many people have tried to break the bond I have with each one. Knowing that through infinity... these three things will not go void.
This is not going to be my only tattoo, I plan on getting four more. Two of pottery designs my Baba and late great grandmother use frequently and two for my great grandfather, Jake.
I was talking to a friend one day and I asked her how I deal with the negative comments (she has many tattoos) and this is what she said;
"No matter what you do, someone is always going to judge you. And now their judgement will be more than you can possibly fathom. I really don't know who the judge of you or anyone who gets a tattoo. You, me, God? I'll share what happen to me, I was getting ready to lead the worship at a church and a lady came up to me telling me how much she loved my voice and how blessed I am that God gave me such a beautiful gift. That same evening I took off my jacket (at the pastor's suggestion) and the same lady came up to me and chewed me out, saying I had "sin on my skin" and I was being very rebellious. But that didn't stop me from getting tattoos. I see it has a way to tell my story. Like writing a book."
After I spoke with her I felt better. And I knew that this the way I want to tell my story.
So much has happened but I think I will stop here...
So until next time...
Glo
