Thank you! Yeah, I should have shared the stories. Below is some of what I posted on my FB page when I got it:
When I see a red-winged blackbird, I am instantly brought back to being a young child. When I was young (probably before the age of 8), my Grandma would always point out red-winged blackbirds that were by the side of the road as we were driving. She’d point them out, they’d take off, and you would see that brilliant splash of color on their otherwise-solid black bodies. I don’t remember her pointing out other birds (maybe the bald eagle, but they were more rare back then), and so I always had this feeling that they were really special birds. So much so that ever since then, I see one and I do the same thing, “Look, there’s a red-winged blackbird!” or sometimes I just smile and have that thought to myself. When I realized what I was doing, I knew that if I had a tattoo, that’s what I’d have to have. My grandma died about 11 years ago, before any of my kids were born. Seeing a RWBB reminds me of her, and it reminds me of being young and of being me without the extra junk that I’ve accumulated throughout life. I know I can be happy about taking this picture with me to the grave.
The top butterfly in my tattoo is actually a copy of a butterfly we had 2 years ago named Flappy. The kids found her, injured in some way but her wings looked fine. We cared for her for a month and then she died. She came camping with us, even. When she died, the kids cried and I did too. I had planned on getting monarch butterflies for my 2nd tattoo, and the artist suggested I give him a picture of Flappy, and he used that as the big butterfly.
You might want to consider going bigger though. If you have a future regret I can see that being it... 
