Before Michael and I moved to Houston on this crazy adventure, he had this big family tree/tree of life tattooed on his back by a Latvian tattoo artist in Dublin who spoke no English. We laugh every time we think about how it managed to come out so well when there was a very serious language barrier that could have made it a total disaster. We got to have Maya’s name added to the tattoo after her adoption was finalized just under two years ago, and a few weeks ago we stopped by a different tattoo place in our neighborhood for Noah’s name to be added.
Maya was really worried about her dad and couldn’t figure out why he was voluntarily getting an “owie.” Luckily, it was a very short tattoo to complete!
Noah wasn’t terribly fazed by any of it, mostly because he had just popped through his first tooth and had a lot of chewing to do.
We celebrated our very official, very tattooed family of four with dinner at the restaurant where we ate the night we met Maya. It was a total blur (not unlike the original night we went!) but we’ll take any chance we get to celebrate these two and the fact we get to be their parents. No take backs, no do overs — squared!
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