Shooting Stars that is.
It’s pretty obvious that my three shooting stars on my tattoo are for my 3 Divas. I mean, their names are etched right there.
The other two, tiny ones are for my two losses. “A life is a life, no matter how soft the whisper.” They were my babies too. Equally celebrated and longed for but not meant for me to hold in my arms.
Infertility may have won a few battles, but we won the war!
