7/12 a year of dates

Let's be honest. Date number seven is probably going to be the best date of the year.

Becaaaaaause....


Evan and I got tattoos!

For our date.

So much fun. SO much fun. We have had this little date planned for the past few months (and the idea planned in our little brains for the past few years) and it finally happened. We made the appointment on our anniversary so it was part anniversary present, part date, part anniversary. Basically, that's the equation for a perfect date.

A few months ago I saw this beautiful tattoo online and I've been drooling over it ever since. It was a peony and a rose and so delicate and feminine and beautiful. I've always wanted to do some sort of flower on my arm but have vacillated between watercolor and black ink. I went with black because it seems like it would be harder to mess up and I kept coming back to that picture. The artist initially drew out a rose and I didn't love it and so she started over from scratch (bless her heart) and came up with this. I love it. So much. And yes, it hurt. But she did tell me that I was one of the best people she'd ever had in her chair, pain-wise. (So, apparently my paint tolerance is through the roof unless you're forcing Pitocen through my veins and prying a baby out of me.)

Evan chose 1 Corinthians 15:55 "Where, O Death, is your victory? Where, O Death, is your sting?" I can attest to his love for this verse (although he did almost decide to get my flower put on his arms instead when he saw the finished product because he loved it so much) and I can't wait to see how many conversations it starts.

Before you get to thinking we're hoodrats now, we do collectively have eight tattoos between the two of us. So. There's that fun little tidbit for the day. And now we must prepare ourselves for boring dates for the remainder of the year because I just don't know how you can top that. Except we are anything but boring. Obvs.