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An open apology to my mom

Okay, we all know about that bug that I've had lately.  Well, I kind of settled on getting my nose repierced.  I had one before and I took it out for my brother's wedding last fall and did not put it back in.  There were lots of other factors in regards to not putting it back in, but lately I've been wanting to see that little sparkle again.  So I started doing some research and looking into where I could get one.  In Michigan, you have to go to a tattoo parlor or a body piercing place.  Neither of which are places that I frequent.  I kept wondering though if I could reclaim the piercing that I had before, partly because I don't really want to pick out which place to go and then have to go there but also partly because they are expensive and the healing process is long and somewhat painful. 
Well, I reminded myself this morning that where there is a will there is a way.  And I reinserted my nose ring in the previous piercing.  It's a little sore, but I think that will pass quickly.  I'm super geeked that I am able to wear it again. 
Now you might be wondering if this apology to my mother is because I got my nose pierced and the answer is no.  I believe that it is Biblical to have a nose ring, as they are given as gifts time and again and there is a passage in Ezekiel where God adorns his bride and one of the ornaments is a nose ring (Ezekiel 16).  So no, this apology is not about the ring, this apology is about a realization about myself and how that must have played out when I was a child.

You see, I have a strong will and I'm willing to do what it takes to get exactly what I want.  And I pointed that out to myself this morning as I basically pierced my own nose because I did not want to go to tattoo parlor to have it done.  Sorry mom, for all the times that you left me to my own devices and something unusual occurred.  I had no clue.  Luckily for both of us, we made it through and now, we can go be strong willed together. 

And for those of you that want to see, here's a picture

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