A Tattoo of my Love

When I first met the love of my life, I was not a fan of tattoos.  I had a deep belief that if God wanted me to have one, then I would have born with it.

Then I grew up and realized how closed minded and judgmental I was being.  Especially toward other people.  Perhaps their tattoos told a story about them, about something special that has happened in their lives, or maybe just a bit of fun with something to do.

That's why back in 2002, I got my first tattoo.  And then my second because we all know you can't just have one.... they are bit addictive.

Fast forward 15 years, and I now have 7, with the newest one being just a few hours old.

When I think of Ted, I think of an eagle (even though he is loving called Sasquatch by friends).

Over the years that we have been together, one of my favorite pass times has been to watch Ted soar through life with strength and fierceness that cannot be taught.  To watch him dive into water and pull out a large fish to feed his family with.  Then witness him sitting up on a cliff watching over the skies to ensure safety for the brood warming under his gentle wings.

Storms have come and gone, but the one thing that has never wavered is my husband's absolute determination to fight for what he loves.

Cancer may be the biggest, fiercest storm that he will ever endure, but he has been tackling it with such grace and fierceness that I can only reflect those attributes in the form of an eagle.

Photo credit and tattoo artist:  Stephen Bateman from Lighting Revival

This tattoo is Ted.  

Strong.  

Peaceful.  

Fierce.  

Protective.  

Gentle.  

Fighter.  

Passionate.  

Side Note:

Ted likes the tattoo but mentioned the talons being a bit not right.... I think they are perfect in the representation of him, because... have you seen Ted's feet?  😉😂😇