There's a verse in Song of Songs that reads, "My beloved to me and I to him". If you're unfamiliar with that book of the Bible, it's an incredible love story. The best instructions on how to love can be found in the subtle (and not-so-subtle with those fawns and hills and such) verses of this old testament book.
(Pay no attention to the death-grip I have on the table...I was as cool as a cucumber. A cucumber about to pass out.)
Several years ago, the mister and I started talking about getting wedding ring tattoos for our 10th wedding anniversary. Obviously we didn't get around to it then. (read: CHICKEN!) We've talked about it and talked about it. We would start with not knowing what to get and the conversation would ALWAYS end with ideas of the most ridiculous tattoos ever thought of by humans. Seriously, Russ and I can come up with some funny stuff, because that, my friends, is easier than trying to decide on something real and ever-so-permanent.
Russ' reads "My beloved to me" and mine finishes the verse with "and I to him" in Hebrew.
So, the real question now is am I the type of person to be able to use the phrase "tat" or "inked"?
And of course there's more stories of the people and places of the whole affair but those will need to come later. They're good though. And also please note the "I'm not really a waitress" shade. Makes the whole thing more beautiful.