My DH has one he got in the USN, while he was stationed in Pensacola. The last thing his mom said when he was getting on the plane was, “Don’t get a tattoo!” I think that sealed it.
When our daughter was nearly eighteen, she wanted to get a tattoo. I told her it was her decision but she had to watch someone get one first. (I knew she’d change her mind.) After her BFF got one she said that it hurt worst than childbirth, which is hysterical since she has no personal experience in that area. An older woman in the tattoo parlor said, “No honey, this is easy compared to that,” which could explain why neither is in a rush to have children though they are both happily married.
I came across an interesting article in the Sept/Oct issue of Today’s Christian Woman, God’s Tattoo. God has a tattoo? Grab a copy today. Unfortunately, this article is not available online. Those with tattoos and without will enjoy this heartwarming article.
At a party last spring, the subject came up.
“Do you have a tattoo?” one friend asked.
“Not one that you can see,” I quipped and we all laughed.
Ironically, it’s true. You can’t really see mine. What’s my tattoo? God’s name written on my heart and it’s one I’ll never regret or want removed because it’s made me who I am – bold and free.
And just so we’re clear, I am not in any of the above photo’s.