My Choice

Today I got a tattoo! Yup! I did it. My choice, my decision, and I'm OK with it. The story behind it is that my husband and I had talked about doing this a long time ago and out of respect for my mother we held off on it. Let me rewind...

I grew up in a very Christian home with very old school beliefs. I'm not saying the beliefs are wrong, I'm saying they are old school and misconstrued. I'm not one to debate religion as I believe that it is a personal choice. I do have to say that I am very comfortable with my relationship with Yah and what I believe to be true. My mother raised me to do what I feel is right for me and that is what I did. I've always said that I am who I am and do what I do to please Yah and myself, and I do.

I am in love with my tattoo and wouldn't change my decision for the world. Would my mother agree, probably not, but I'm OK with that. Would she be angry with me? Probably and that's why we waited. She's been gone for almost 3 years (march 17th) and I miss her every second, of every minute, of every hour, of every day but I know she knows this is what I wanted.

Thank you to Chris at Nuclear Crayon in Springfiled!
Tattoos are not something I've always liked. As a matter of fact my children as well as most people who know me, know that I never set out to get one. I've even gone far enough to make faces and frown upon those who have gotten them. So, why get one? Because it was something unique and permanent that my husband and I could do together. Something so intimate and personal that we could share for ever. It is also part of that "stepping out of my comfort zone" perspective that I picked up on my adventure in Costa Rica. Maybe the act of getting a tattoo is not "unique" but the tattoos WE got are, the act of getting them TOGETHER is, and the fact that they have a huge meaning behind them is unique FOR US as well.

So, why robots? When my husband and I met I was a shell of a human being. I was empty, angry, and scared. Yes, many things had gone on... I had no heart and he came into my life and filled it. I was not in a very good place and his love for me dug me out of that empty darkness. He lit up my face, my life, and my world. He completed me. The red bow on her head... Guess who? Hello Kitty of course!!! DUH! Her stance is a representation of my femininity and how much I love being a girl! The three hearts: The past, the present and the future.
Now, "Te todo..." Translated literately, it means: "I EVERYTHING you..." Figuratively the phrase encompasses all of our feelings for each other. I love you, I adore you, I like you, I miss you, I dream you, I sweat you, I dislike you, I believe you, I understand you, I confuse you, I aggravate you, I comfort you, I abuse you (yes, I do.. a little)... I EVERYTHING you! This phrase comes from the lyrics of one of our favorite artists and our favorite song (props to Sie7e for his amazing talent and for sharing it with the world).

In conclusion, I am in love with my husband, my life with him, and my tattoo. Although it doesn't phase me, I do hope people can appreciate my choice or at least respect it.

Y Victor, ¡Te todo como eres!







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