Rosemary and Lavender | A Tattoo Story
My brother and I have been best friends for as long as I can remember. Sure, I think that at one point in elementary school he may have knocked out one of my baby teeth--I just can't remember if it was on purpose or not. Either way, he has always been one of the most important people in my life.
And we've been through a lot together. Lots of good stuff--from Roanoke Catholic to Longwood University, new jobs, big dreams, several music albums and one cookbook. And some bad stuff too, which can really stick to you.
But we held on to each other.
After all was said and done, things have mostly worked out for us. So, this summer--before Rob and I moved across the country--it was time for a tattoo. To remind us who we are, who we were, where we're going.
And that we'll always have each other.
