unconventional

A few years ago (at least three), I told Mom & Patrick that I really really wanted a tattoo. Mom’s only request was that I wait a year…and if I still wanted it, then I should get it. Patrick doesn’t really like tattoos, but he never acted like he would mind if I got one. He did keep on trash talking me…telling me I was too much of a pansy!

My sister-in-law, Katie, got a cross on the inside of her ankle…and I loved it. We have talked about having matching tattoos, but at some point I decided I wanted that one.
So, a little over a month ago, Katie made me an appointment and I started saving my cash. Somehow, I was able to keep it a secret from my hubby…mainly because I didn’t want to hear his trash talking…but because I knew that secretly he would be so proud that I did it on my own.

I think Katie was surprised that I truly wasn’t nervous. I was just so excited. She brought her camera and documented the whole ten minute (or less) process. The tattoo guy was so very nice and encouraging. And I didn’t cry, cling, cringe or jump…it wasn’t comfortable, but I wouldn’t have described it as painful.

Now? I’m absolutely giddy! I love it. I’m not sad I waited…I think I’m old enough to love it for a long time. I’m glad I don’t have something that doesn’t mean something to me.

I get a warm fuzzy feeling knowing that Katie and I share something physically permanent that symbolizes our emotional connection.
And Jesus? He is all the world to me. And I love most having a permanent symbol of that!