Welcome to my first link up!! I've always wanted to do it, but never knew how. Thanks to the fabulous Melanie for the step-by-step directions on linking up!
So, let's talk tattoos.... Growing up I was the kid who didn't understand why anyone would want to put something on their body that would never go away. As I got older, I became intrigued by them and began viewing tattoos as what they are - works of art. Not being artistic at. all. I was very impressed with the tattoo artists and their ability to turn a body into a human canvas.
I think my first desire to have a tattoo came around the age of 21. I was not being rebellious, I was just intrigued by it. I held off on the urge to get inked out of respect for my parents. I knew their views on it, and also knew their rule that "getting a tattoo was a sign that I was financially independent" and let me tell you - at the ripe age of 21, that was not the case. So I waited... thankfully!!
Over the next 7 year my tattoo design and location changed. I knew I was not ready to get a tattoo until I was sure of what it was and where it would be. Once it's there, it's there forever. I certainly did not want to be one to regret a tattoo later in life.
I was not certain about what my tattoo would be and where it would be until May of 2010. That was the time the military took R away for 18 months. There was no way I would have gotten through that time without my family and friends (whom to me are family). My family was my shoulder to cry on in the weeks shortly after R left. They were there to keep me busy so I wouldn't sit home by myself thinking about R being gone. They were my rock, and they own my heart.
That October I had the chance to go visit R in Mississippi. Before leaving I mentioned to my parents that I would probably have tattoo upon my return. They weren't thrilled, but appreciated the fact that I respected them enough to tell them first - instead of just showing up with it.
So down to Mississippi I went and on Sunday, October 24, 2010, I got my first tattoo. I went to Gulfport, Mississippi to Jack and Diane's and got my only (for now) tattoo. It's on my left wrist. It says "family" with a small heart below the 'y' representing my Uncle, whom at the time was the only family member I have that had passed away.
I do not regret this tattoo at all. It does not change who I am. I love my family. They mean the world to me. I will proudly wear that love on my wrist for the rest of my life.
Will I get more? Absolutely! My next tattoo is going to be on my right food. It will say, "But by the grace of God, I am what I am." 1 Cor. 15:10
Why? Because that's the absolute truth. I am what I am only because of God's grace. I will PROUDLY wear that on my body for the rest of my life.
I would love to get this "To infinity and beyond" tattoo with my best mate, but she doesn't have the desire to get a tattoo. That's okay. We have our bond that cannot be broken.
Thanks for reading! I'm can't wait to read about all of your tattoos!!