I Believe

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That daughter of mine…

Asked for one thing on her 18th birthday…a tattoo…not just any tattoo…but a matching tattoo…with that mother of hers…Beauty loves Spanish…studied it in high school…majored in it in college…studied abroad in Mexico and in Spain…so no surprise…she chose to have the Spanish word creo…placed on the inside of our wrists…

It means believe…Beauty told this mother of hers…I want you to look down at your wrist and say I Believe…and then follow it with something good…not I believe I am fat…or I believe I am ugly…but I Believe I am strong…I Believe in the power of good…I Believe we are…hashtag winners…

And so it is…every time mama me sees that tiny word on the wrist…she thinks about getting another tattoo…this time a bracelet of sorts…highlighting three daisies…one for each of those daughters of hers…

And so it was…the eyes of driving me suddenly drawn to a sign…beckoning…calling out…River Rat Tattoos…that sign…compelling one of us…to get inked…it’s that name…River Rat…so tough…so rebellious…so bada**…a tattoo from there would give boring me…some baditude…

Like hey…cool tattoo…thanks…got it at River Rat…James Dean collar pop…nice ink…yeah…denim jacket wearing old gal me got it at…River Rat…cross arms…lean against door frame…

See how that works…

Have always been attracted to the bada**…aka Danny in Grease…never really wanted to be one tho…and doubt three daisies around the wrist would take old me there…but the thought is tempting…maybe even brewing…giving the nudge ever so slightly…and why not…life’s short…this old gal…could have bada** potential…

Sometimes…you just have to…believe…
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And this husband of mine…agrees…