Ink.

Ink. Daddy and I have matching tattoos. He has a crown and so do I. We put them on the middle fingers of our left hands. We were going to do our ring fingers, but I love wearing my ring and didn’t want to cover my tattoo. He is my King. I am his Queen.… Continue reading Ink.

Wanting

It’s been days… It feels like forever. Daddy and both kiddos have been sick and tired, and that in turn causes crabby boys. Which makes Mama me stress out, want to comfort, and take care of everything. But, it also makes the Little in me crabby and makes me subconsiously act out to try and… Continue reading Wanting