Ink-a-dinka-doo

I came home from work Friday night, ate a big salad, and went and got a new tattoo (here's my first). What, that's not a totally normal sequence of events? I know ink isn't for everyone, and after looking at samples and the actual work on the artists themselves I can understand why it can be viewed in a more negative light. But I also think that carefully chosen pieces, done well, and with meaning behind them can be very nice. So here's my latest--

I didn't create the phrase, but it struck a chord within me when I first ran across it. I knew I wanted another tattoo, but I didn't know of what. I was going to do a rose. Then I was going to ask Aneela Hoey if she'd mind if I tattooed her girl on a swing (from the fabric) onto my leg. But neither one stuck. I woke up last weekend with this image in my head and thought "That's it." And it stayed that way. I figure that's how you know it's the one--no second-guessing or any of that. They say that butterflies are messengers from heaven...maybe that's where this came from. Ooo!! Maybe my friend Peg shot me this idea--it's how she dealt with her illness, and not a bad reminder of a good philosophy on life. I'm going with that :)