April Fool's - or not?

There is no better day of the year for Cheerio to have made her grand entrance into the world than April Fool’s Day (April 1^st), it matches my character perfectly. 

Being a prankster is apparently a genetic trait.  I got it from my father, and he got it from his mother.  For him it could have been learned behavior, but I say it’s genetic because I did not grow up with my father and the more I get to know him, the more apparent it is that the apple did not fall far from the tree.

For my birthday last year I got a tattoo.

It was fun watching people try to decide if it was real or not.

It was not a rash, spur of the moment thing. 

I wanted a tattoo to represent my son, and I thought about it for several years. 
Another original mom friend commented against it, “What if he[my son] doesn’t like tattoos?” was her thought.

“I’m not doing this for him,” I told her.  “I’m doing this for me.”

So I finally sketched out a design, and the tattoo artist tweaked it a bit for me.

Here’s the symbolism of my ink

Two hearts:

-the love between my husband and I

The unopened yellow rosebud is confined within the heart:

-our little flower bud, who will never bloom into her own independent person. 

-she was only a life known only by my husband and I.

The Orange calendula spirals piercing both hearts:

-calendula is the October birth flower

-our son was born in October. 

-my love for him grew as he did, and life without him constantly pierces my heart.

The dragonfly is moving from the outside of the heart:

-symbolizes our son, who was raised outside of our home.

-hopefully someday (soon?) the separation and him being on the outside with no direct contact or communication, will end and a mutual relationship can grow.

It is on my left arm, close to my heart.

April

Fools!

or

NO?