I stand and tighten my harness, my tattoo on my forearm visible. Daisy has an identical one in the same place. Dates written in small font, vertically lined. 9-27-14 8-12-16 7-15-17 2-4-18 The day that I kissed Daisy for the very first time. The day that I asked her to marry me. The day we became husband and wife. The day our daughter was born. Beneath Sullivan’s birthdate on my forearm, Daisy scribbled in black pen: 5-19-18 Today. The day I climb again.
