(please excuse the horrible photography...)
For over 11 years, I've wanted to get a tattoo.
For the last five years, I've occassionally (read: more often than I should) drawn/written the word Love on my arm.
But this past Saturday, I got it inked on my back.
After this trip to the middle east, I wanted something to commemorate the trip that changed my life and messed me up in an incredible beautiful and wonderful way.
And for me, that meant something permanent!