My mother in law is a busy person; from her daily activities to her love of cruises, if we want to see her, we make an appointment.
If we're lucky, she'll pencil us in. ;)
I love that she's as active as she is, and I want to be that active when I'm older (not old...the numbers don't matter, she's not old. I don't want to be old, either.) I want to still be out there taking long walks, going places, dragging the Spouse Thingy to San Francisco for the hell of it. I want to squeeze every freaking thing I can out of life, and I want to not just enjoy it, I want to be happy through it.
And there's another thing; she's not just busy, she seems to be a happy person. Genuinely nice, very sweet, and innately, wonderfully happy.
It would be easy to not be happy. Face it, when you lose your other half, it would be easy to just burrow down and hide away, and let the darker shadows suck the joy right out of life. Who could blame you?
She could have gone there, yet she didn't. She mourned, and then did exactly what my father in law would have wanted for the woman he truly adored.
Remember this tattoo?
I knew when I got it that it wasn't complete. Because Superman alone never felt right. There was always supposed to be something else there.
I even knew what it was, but I didn't know exactly how I wanted to implement it. It had to really matter, because my mother in law? She really matters.
I wanted something to represent happiness. Something to represent busyness. And every time I contemplated it, I came back to the same things: the Bluebird of Happiness, and hummingbirds.
Both are incredibly beautiful, and I love the flitting, zippy motion of hummingbirds.
Blue for happiness; the hummingbird for the beauty of keeping in motion, staying busy.
And the wings...they're touching the shield for a reason, Because no matter how busy she is, how much she lives life, she always, always carries him with her.
It's not two tattoos; it's one that I had done a couple of years apart.
And now no matter what, I carry these people with me.