Kyle had been wanting a tattoo for a while, but he didn't just want a tattoo to get a tattoo--he had something very specific in mind. He really wanted to get our wedding date tattooed on his ring finger. I can't remember when he started talking about it, but I know he had been wanting to do it for a while-- at least a year.
I honestly was opposed at first. I personally am still undecided on how I feel about tattoos on my husband (not to mention could never personally get one due to my phobia of needles!), but please don't mistake that for judgment of anyone who has one! I think everyone has a right to express themselves in whatever way they choose as long as it's not harming anyone else!
Still, I wasn't sure how I felt about Kyle getting one. I mean, those things are forever! But, he kept talking about it, and I could tell that he had really thought it through and that it would mean a lot to him to have my support.
And when he mentioned doing it on our drive back home after Christmas, I was surprisingly OK with it. And by OK, I mean I gave my blessing and told him I'd be excited to see it when he got home! As much as I would've liked to have gone with, I'm pretty sure we didn't need to distract the artist with me passing out.
So, he went.
Kyle ended up not being able to get our wedding date because apparently its hard for the ink to settle with small numbers (especially on the hand), and it might have faded away.
Onto Plan B...was there a plan B? I don't know! We certainly didn't discuss a plan B.
Luckily, Plan B ended up being better than Plan A in my book.
What was Plan B?
But, I most definitely think that I can't argue with the meaning behind it!