A year ago I decided to celebrate the gift of another year by stepping out of my comfort zone. Yes, you guessed it, a tattoo but not just any tattoo a special tattoo. Hubby was against the whole idea and my kids were in shock. I had given them such grief over their tattoo's that they didn't quite know what to make of it.
My brother, daughter, son in law and grandson joined me on my 47th birthday in Tahoe. I had asked my son in law to go with me to get my tattoo because he had so many. We had to bring my grandson with us because the other two were gambling. I wanted to put my tattoo in a place that was only visible to me and yet not hurt too bad with my muscle loss.
Kat was the artist and I had the vision. Together we created a symbol of my journey through life. The heart of a warrior that has lived with faith and Dave by my side. The design was all Kat and so were the colors. I decided to place it on my lower back which I later learned was called a tramp stamp. Dave loved that! lol
For two solid hours I bit my lower lip in pain as TK tried to comfort me. He kept saying "gamy's tattoo is an owie daddy." Oh yes it was indeed. I did it, I liked it and was proud to have it. When I got home I was nervous to see Dave's reaction. It was bigger than promised and he had no idea what I'd put on my body or where.
He actually liked it or at least the design of it. The size not so much but his name being added certainly helped. Now that I'm getting ready for my 48th I have all but forgotten it is there. Funny thing is the only one who sees it is Dave. lol
This year I donated my birthday to the ALS walk and will zipline in Tahoe.