You Know that's Permanent Part II

Well, maybe it should be part III or IV because this is my fourth time to the seedy tattoo parlor.  Anyway, I know these are permanent and I know that my skin will wrinkle as I age and I know that I will regret all my ink spots someday.  (I don't really mean that last sentence, just answering the critics right off the bat.)
I wrote about my first tattoo a couple of years ago.  I got a second one in Carson City with my sister in law, Denise.  We got a Celtic symbol for sisters.  That was a treat.  Denise held my hand so tightly while I got tattoo'd that it barely hurt.  Denise and I have identical knots on our left foot.  My other sister in law, Dene' got the same tattoo on her neck.  Tattoo number three was last fall after I had spent six months with an amazing group of women participating, planning and putting on a retreat.  Between Ashlyn's cancer and my growth as a human, I had finally figured out how to Let Go and Let God so that is now on my calf. 
Today's ink was twofold. 
In 2004 while Danny was in Iraq, I went crazy.  I am not exaggerating, ape shit crazy.  I would like to think that I faked it pretty well and fooled everyone, but I did not fool myself.  When I look back at many of those months, I am amazed that I made it out alive.  And if I am completely honest, there were a few times when I don't know if I was trying to make it out alive.  Oh, I wasn't suicidal I was just crazy.  The darkest day found Barron and me home alone.  I was the darkest I had ever been.  I don't know what I was going to do that morning, I really don't.  But I am quite certain that it was not going to be pretty. 
Barron came to me, laid his big yellow head in my lap and let out a sigh.  He stopped me from whatever horror I had in mind.  It was his greatest rescue of me in a long line of rescues of me. 
On my left ankle is a paw print of a 14 pound yellow lab.  It was taken from a imprint made on 22 October 2001.  That was about the time we got this angel that was sent to guard me in all my ways.  Psalm 91:11. 
On my right wrist, where I can see it all the time is three lines.  Line one and line two are the two most important parts of my life and the third line is where I keep them.
My kinder
My honey
My heart
These are permanent.  I get that.  I get that I will have a paw print on my ankle for the rest of my life.  I would rather have the paw and the dog that goes with it, but that isn't an option.  But having a constant reminder of the life he saved is a good thing.  Seeing that every day and knowing that God commands the angels to guard me in all their ways is a pretty powerful bit of knowledge.  And I don't need to see that my kinder and my honey are in my heart.  I know that.  But it was a two-fer price and I love a good deal.