when i came home after getting my first tattoo, i was very excited to share the results with my family. our then college aged son looked at it quizzically, asking: " 'Just Because' you wanted to get a tattoo? ok Mom." i could tell he didn't get it.
it all started years ago. one of my sisters and her family were able to come home from their mission field bout every 2 years, usually for a number of months. during that time they would stay with our folks for a bit. just before leaving, she would leave Post-It notes in various places for Mom and Dad to find later. for example, in Mom's huge bucket of laundry soap she would dig down and place a note that would thank her for all the laundry she did. it soon morphed into an entire extended family tradition that we renamed from Post-It notes, to sticky notes.
my very favorite sticky note is one from my Dad. i think he began to leave them after Mom went Home. more often than not they would be accompanied by a $50 bill. truly, it was not the money (tho that $50 frequently made the difference in our wee budget!) that made his sticky note a treasure to me. it was what it said: