One Beautiful Life

Moving On

For fear I am boring you to tears with Spain, this will be the last and quick version of the trip!

Pictures are of market (photography heaven on earth) and our big adventure!

So Mr. Sullivan... can we do it? Can we really do it? After all these years... finally... and here... in Spain... in celebration of our ten years of marriage and what God has done and continues to do for us and in our lives!!!!!!!!!!???????????

Yes, honey... after 15 years of knowing you have wanted to do this... and you never waivered in your desire... let's do it... together! WWWOOOOOOOOO-HHOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!! Big Smiles!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yep... tattoo! I have wanted a tattoo for YEARS! And I love that Don and I got matching ones in celebration of something so cool! The celtic cross is also very cool. I was researching crosses and how they have evolved and how they have been used through history and by whom and ran across the meaning of the celtic cross.

The circle around the cross symbolizes God's unconditional, unfailing, and unending love for us by putting his son on the cross for us! LOVE IT! And yes. IT HURT! There were four stages, outline, shading, fill-in, and detail. I finally just let go (I am a stay at home mom you know) and cried during stage two... only stage two. It took two hours. I was sweating and exhausted by the time it was over!

So there I was... a suburban little Christian stay at home mom in my little Ann Taylor outfit getting a tattoo in Spain! And I LOVE IT!!!!!! I love having it permanently on my body!!!!!!!!!! It rocks.

Don got one too and it ROCKS! He proposed to me in Ireland and of course his family is Irish and so the celtic cross has some more meaning for us too!



My Fly Boy was a huge bit tougher that I was. On a scale of 1 to 10 I say parts of it were a 20! Ask him and he'll say maybe an 8! Good for him! My hero...

The next day we came home... yea... with saran wrap taped over our "wounds". I was so very sad to leave. We strolled down the road with our rollerboards heading for the metro and the little guy at the store where we stopped to get fruit each night was saying goodbye to us. We had gotten to the point where we were passing people on the street who knew us and would say "Hola" as they went by and smiled! Oh, I miss that so much. You, too, Karine... you were such a sweet part of our trip. Thank you for all you did for us. Maybe one day we can go back... until then, we'll keep moving forward with some pretty great reminders of our trip and my sweet Maria on our backs and in our hearts!