Since I've now gotten a few questions about it I'll explain this here . Growing up I always had…

Since I've now gotten a few questions about it I'll explain this here .

Growing up I always had animals , I'm an animal lover .

When I moved out and we had our own place I bought a pitbull that was my first animal of my own. She was my baby, and when I say that I mean she might as well have been my first child she went everywhere with me. Spoiled rotten, my fiancé and I loved her more than life itself at this point. When she turned a year old she got severely ill. We took her to the vet and they couldn't figure it out. They kept her for two weeks, we stayed in that hospital day in and day out watching our "baby" slowly fade away without anything we could do. They finally told us , okay we will open her up and see if maybe something is blocking her intestines or stuck in her stomach. I prayed to God our baby would be okay, and at this point I hadn't believed in God. I even went to church that day, begging for our girl to be okay. A few hours later I get a phone call sayin "I'm sorry but we have no choice but to put her down, her intestines are completely black, dead, there's no way of repairing that. You can take her home, she will suffer or we can let her go peacefully." My heart dropped. I had no words. My world completely came to a halt . An hour later I went to pick up our baby. They told me sorry, they knew how hard it was for us, how we watched her every day some days better than others , but slowly slip away. Sorry? Sorry doesn't kill the pain. We buried our girl, made her a stoned in area with Lilly flowers and we got her a head stone made. At this point i felt things I never thought I would. I can say I hated God. I couldn't understand why he would take her from us? What did we all do to deserve this? Our baby girl died in March, her birthday was in December . A year later in March I find out I'm pregnant, when I go to the doctors I'm due December 11th, a day before her birthday. When we found out we're having a little girl we knew this wasn't just a coincidence, that both God and Lilly knew we needed help letting go of this pain. I had then found my faith. We debated on names , but we knew we had to incorporate Lilly in our daughters name somehow.

So when you see this tattoo on me, and you think your daughters middle name is Lillian , yes there's plenty of meaning.

Some people will judge, some people will think this is stupid, but this is our story. 💝🎀💖