So this happened last Friday.
My daughter has wanted to get mom-daughter tattoos for at least the last five years. We’ve talked about different images and reasons why it should mean something to us. We never pulled the trigger though.
But this seemed right. An orange. On each of our arms. When my daughter was only a little girl, I used to let her stay up and we’d watch ER in bed while we ate oranges. When she eats oranges in bed with her son and daughter, she texts me a picture. I do the same when I am eating oranges in bed. So a couple of days after she had texted me a picture, she suggested an orange. It was the right thing.
It felt like a bee sting. Electric. Then, after 20 minutes, annoying.