For about two years now, I have wanted to get a tattoo to remember my sweet baby boy. My nephew, String Bean, has 5 or 6 tats. The last one he got was a remembrance tatoo for Garrett. It is beautiful. He took me with him when he got it. He had drawn a picture of what he wanted before he got his tat. It is a remembrance ribbon with a baby hospital band around it. That’s not what he got exactly. So, I decided that’s what I would get.

I knew I wanted to wait until I had my last baby. I didn’t want to chance not being able to have an epidural while in labor. Let’s not discuss that last sentence, mkay? I’m ready. I’m beyond ready. Queen is going to get a remembrance tatoo also. We are going to go together. She’s making me wait until she saves enough money. I’m dying with anticipation.

I have been reading another blog for a while that I found from Catherine’s site. Catherine just got a remembrance tatoo. I’m jealous. Anywho, this lady lost a little girl to stillbirth. She now has Sydney’s footprint tatooed on her foot. I was reading her blog today and thought that I would like to have Garrett’s footprint tatooed on me. Bad news. I don’t have a footprint of his any longer. A couple of years ago I was working on a remembrance gift for Neely from Garrett for Christmas. Something I do every year. I found a place that would print hand or foot prints on a plaque type thing. That’s when I found out mine, Gran’s and Marie’s has all faded. I no longer have his footprint.

It makes me sad to know that I won’t be able to add that little part to my tatoo. Little baby feet are my favorite body parts to kiss. They are so adorable. Funny, since I have problem with feet in general. Just ask Neely.

Any ideas on how to find a copy of Garrett’s footprints? I really would like to have them.