A few years ago, my brothers were talking and got the idea that we should have an “official” “brother tattoo.” Because we were raised on a WI dairy farm, it made complete sense that the tattoo be of a boat-anchor. Over the course of a year or so, all six of us got the tattoo–four on their legs, one on his forearm, and me on my shoulder. It makes me think of my brothers on a daily basis and how lucky I am to have them all. Yeah for siblings! This snapshot is from my wedding, about two years ago.