Today I go to get my memorial tattoo for the boys. It is two butterflies because that is what they put on my door at the hospital to signify a loss. I own that image now and use it to think of them starting a new life in heaven. Each time I see a butterfly or two I think of my boys Aaron and Andrew. The other day my husband, son Nate and I were out and about by a coy pond and I saw two white butterflies. They seemed to follow us. I told my husband that it was Aaron and Andrew playing with us. So my tattoo today will be a reminder to me of that day.
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