09/10/2026
This tattoo is for my son, Louis.
We lost him in February 2014, when all we seemed to see around us were snowdrops. Louis was stillborn, and although he never got to come home with us, becoming his mum changed me in ways I don't think I could ever fully explain.
Losing him changed my perspective on life. It made me much more aware that the life we assume we'll have is not guaranteed, and over time it changed the way I thought about what really mattered.
I became much less interested in doing things simply because that was what I was supposed to do, and much more conscious of enjoying the life I have.
I think that's part of why these days I'm quite happy to wear the bright colours, be a bit loud, take the chance, be silly, try something new and generally be seen. Life feels far too precious to spend it trying to make yourself smaller or waiting for some future version of yourself before you allow yourself to enjoy it.
A lot has happened since then, and there have been other experiences that have shaped me too. But Louis will always be part of the person I've become.
So, this little snowdrop isn't just about remembering him.
It's also my daily reminder to make the life I have count.