Meg and I went last Sunday to get some new ink from Billy at Liberty Tattoo. My second, her first. I love tattoos -- always have. I'm a huge Miami Ink fan and I find many tattoos fascinating. Although I admire many of the ones I see, I don't necessarily want them on my body. For example, I may see an amazing rendition of a human skull with a snake crawling through its lifeless eye sockets, but it doesn't mean that I'm going to get one. Likewise, tribal tattoos can have amazingly intricate patterns, but last I checked, I didn't have and Fijian ancestors.
No, any tattoo I have must mean something to me. And the ones we got last week certainly mean something. Down Syndrome Awareness ribbons. Here are some pics. Enjoy.
3 flakes:
Awww...look how sweet Megan looks. I'm guessing this was before he started! They both look great and what a neat thing to do!!!
Happy Mother's Day Megan!!!
So cool....how do you stand yourselves? :) SMOOCHES to you both!
LOVE IT! I have yet to be so darn brave. My DH would kill me, but I may just do it someday anyway~
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