This is little Ginny Rose, whom is named for my Maternal Grandmother Virginia. Little Ginny is forever perched on my right shoulder. Her and her books.
Years ago, my mom and sister got matching cherry blossoms. With Rachel and I having been born right outside DC, it was a way to tie my mom and sister together in a way the was meaningful to their beginnings as mother and daughter.
For awhile there, I too was maybe going to get a cherry blossom, but my sister respectfully requested that remain just her and my mom. So my mom, ready for her second tattoo, opted to pick something new for just her and I. With me having been old enough to remember her mother and having forged a close bond, we selected an owl which was something her mother collected and would forever tie the 3 generations even if her mother would never be inked or see ours.
I then suggested to take it a step farther and have a stack of books since we are/were all 3 known for our love of books. Mom elected to keep hers to just the owl, and she did inverse the colors, but hers is equally adorable and forever perched on her left shoulder.
So is how am I celebrating turning 29 very very soon. My first tattoo and a celebration of generations.