I was laying with her, watching her chest rise and fall while images from today moved slowly through the back of my mind. all in all, it was a red-letter day. We had a picnic and an afternoon nap. I talked to my father for a while and then we went to Target at North Druid to pick up some "Tim Snacks" for the hospital.
Just time together, nothing pressing. No demands. Tim and Jenn. JP III even slept for most of the day, kicking around enough to let us know he was there.
My mind slipped onward to the thoughts of my next tattoo, one for the back of my leg. One that is part of my core, where every bit of ink is part of a symbol that points to a bit more of who I am. Three Circles- One with John Paul's Cross and M, another with a Caduceus and the third with a Triangle. Three spheres connected with a vine of English Ivy. Another couple of Tattoos for my arms. "This is my body, given up for you" and "Let it be done unto me according to thy word".
"What are you thinking about?"
You, our day together, watching, listening, spending moment after moment next to you...