Oh for the love of.... INK!

Yep, you guessed it.  This post is about tattoos.  And the reason that I am writing it, is because of my adoring husband.  This week, my sweet sweet husband, got my name tattooed on his left arm.  And although some folks think it is insane, I'm sure, it's one of the sweetest things that anyone has ever done for me.  I know I am permanently on his heart, but anyone who looks at him, will see that.  Some people say it's bad luck, that's it's silly... but to one who has tattoos - it's a huge level of commitment that made me feel amazing.  He made me feel like the most beautiful person on this planet.  He makes me feel that way everyday, but it was just such a bold step - and something I never ever thought he'd do.

My mom is not a fan of tattoos, especially on her daughters.  And we both have them.  That being said, the only thing she has ever said is, "I don't know why you wanna do that.  I just don't get it."  But she has never been mean or ugly about it.  And I completely respect that she doesn't like them - but I respect her even more that she lets me know her opinion - but doesn't judge me for them.  But here is my theory on ink.  My tattoos commerate the most important people and things in my life.  Who I am and what I stand for.  It is something I look at in the mirror, and it reminds me of what is important.  I have a "Jesus Fish" on my shoulder with flowers.  Jesus is the center of my life, is the source of all beauty in my life, and Jesus always has my back.  I have an "Om" symbol - which is about recognizing our experiences as a reflection of the whole universe moves, the sun rising, the moon setting, the ebb and flow of waters, and the beating of our hearts.  Surrounding that, is my kids initials.  They are my world here on this earth.  My wrist has a cross, that me and Krissie got.  It was something we did together - because our bond will always be.  She helped through the worst times of my life, and celebrated the best times.  Then I have the tattoo of Shaun's.  It's a celtic cross, which was on his back, on his memorial service work, and his name.  Above that is the word "BeautifuLL".  He used to tell me that I am beautiful with two big L's.  Hence that tattoo.  Everytime I look at it I smile.  It reminds me of him - and the biggest learning experience of my life.  Albeit it was a horrible time, I grew more as a person, a mother, a daughter, and a friend.  I learned how much God loved.  How he allowed me to live through such a horrible time.

Then, I have "THE" tattoo.  And no, it's not the word "the".  It was my intent to get the chinese symbol for wisdom on my ankle, as a reminder to always walk in wisdom.  Well, after a most shocking pedicure, I learned that my "wisdom" tattoo, actually mean "year".  So, Wisdom went straight out the window on that one.  So, now that tattoo has changed it's meaning and I learned some stuff from it.  First, I am not chinese - I can't read it, and maybe should used google rather than trusting someone else to do it.  Second, I say now, it means "the year of Kristie"  - I mean, it is on ankle.  And third, it taught me to laugh.  I will never, ever, ever, ever forget the look on Krissie's face, sitting beside me in the pedi chair, and dude tells us what my tattoo means.  She googles it on her phone... and can't stop laughing.  I've never seen her laugh that hard.  So, in all my wisdom, I learned to laugh at myself.  Because even if I try to be deep - it just might be hilarious.

This is the guy who informed me what my tattoo meant...LOLOL!

So, there's the story.  And what's on my brain.  And remember, tattooed people love you - even if you don't have a tattoo!