I have been tossing around the idea of getting a tattoo with Bobby's name for years now. I really don't love tattoos but love what they mean and stand for. I really wanted to get one with his name because it is something that lasts forever and you can take it to your grave, unlike my wedding ring. I had one already that is pretty hidden, but wasn't sure if I wanted one more. But the idea of having his name on me, kept creeping back into my head. Bobby has no tattoos and so getting one was a big deal. We have talked about it forever. Bobby is the type of guy who doesn't like to display his love for me. He just loves me the best he can, everyday...without fancy stuff to show for it. And I appreciate that about him. His actions speak volumes.
We made a bet that if we hit our fitness goals we would go get them done. I thought this was a good attempt to quiet me for a while on Bobby's part. Well, the best shape we got in was for our 10 year anniversary and we were about 10 pounds shy of our goal. Then the holidays came and that bet seemed to go away.
My birthday came and went. Not a big celebration, but that's how I like it.
Then on the Saturday after my birthday, Bobby gets a sitter. He says we are going out to dinner. After leaving the kids, my stomach started to hurt, as usual. Probably separation anxiety. I tell him let's just stay in, but he insists on going out. I get ready and get into the car. He drives and turns in a tattoo shop! I was like, "Are you sure, are you serious?" I was so surprised!!
Needless to say, I now have a "B" where my heart is and he has a "J" on his shoulder, which I love what that symbolizes. Maybe not every one's idea of romantic, but the gesture was sweet. I love it! He will now always be close to my heart [insert mushy sigh here].
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