My mom doodles. Walk into her office and invariably you'll find a notepad or an envelope with a handwritten phone number surrounded by a page full of doodles. I have been eying her office space to try to steal away some of those doodles. I've had the idea for some time that I'd get a tattoo of one of her drawings to remember her by so that when she's gone I'll have a part of her with me. Then I realized I could have her create some doodles for me and have her pick out her favorite. And so today, for my birthday, I had one of her hearts tattooed on my wrist.
