Just recently I added something new to my trousseau, and let’s just say that it’s going to be with me…forever. Yes, I crossed over into the world of tattoos.
For those of you who don’t know me personally, this is not a biggie - practically everyone has a tattoo these days, right? But for those of you who know me well, you’re screaming, “You got a what?!”. My personal style is somewhat a mix of Sarah Jessica Parker meets Jennifer Garner. In other words, a mix of classy and casual and no tats in site!
Here’s how I came about getting this new little addition. My husband is an infantry soldier and is gone quite a bit. I miss him terribly when he’s away. I often take off my wedding band to read the inscription that’s stamped inside it. When we were getting married we kept our inscriptions a secret from each other prior to our wedding, so on our wedding day, we quickly peeked inside our rings to see what the other had chosen to write. Guess what we both chose? “My Beloved”.
About a month ago my husband was away at a training for several weeks so the kids and I headed “home” to Texas (and many of you followed my Texas travels via my blog!). While I was there, I gathered two of my bestest girls and after a hefty margarita, we headed to a tattoo shop in downtown Austin. One of my besties was sweet enough to let me crush her hand during my ink-needle torture! True friends...
I guess you’re wondering what I chose to get (unless you cheated and scrolled down to the pics…)? Let’s get onto the photos!
Here it is…
Just kidding. That was for shock effect.
Here’s me signing my rights away…
This is Jim, my tattoo dude. If you look closely at the reflection in this photo, you can see me in the background, already squeezing my sweet friend's hand - and the pain hadn't even started yet!
Let the excruciating pain commence... I do have to say that this was nothing compared to child birth!
And the final result…”Beloved” in script across my ring finger.
Remember the saying, “Been there, done that, bought the t-shirt”? Well, I did just that.
Best of all, He loves my sweet tatty-poo as well!