For you, my little one.
I got the idea for this tattoo from the bracelet that was around my son’s ankle while we shared our only two days together in Boca Raton Hospital. I chose to get the nurse’s (who first handed him to me) handwriting, because it holds a more personal meaning. This same nurse came into my room at the end of her shift, after the adoption papers had been signed, and Merrick had left with his new family to give me a few items she thought I’d want to treasure. His bracelet, his hat, and his blanket from the nursery. So to that beautiful nurse who went above and beyond to make sure I wasn’t leaving the hospital with just the clothes on my back, I thank you for being so kind.
And to my little one, if ever you have doubts about the decision I made, I will be here to explain when you are old enough and willing to listen.
I love you dearly, even if my last name no longer clings to your first.