truthiness...

So my son and I, we go waaay back. They were the best of times with a random worst of times, but mostly best. He's my friend. He moved out last November and he turned 25 last March. I do occasionally regret the joy of questioning authority and debate that I fostered in him. He's a good kid.

Today he came over for a visit - he wanted me to make him egg in the holes) He told me he got me a present. He's asked me to draw him my initials a while ago.



He now has this tattoo : he had a flower drawn in the shape of my initials just above his heart. I almost couldn't believe it. it has a truthiness to it.

I must have been a good mom sometimes.