Honey sipped her coffee before answering. “No, let’s not go to Hawaii. Too crowded. How about new wedding rings?” she said.
“Wedding rings?” I said, shaking my head. “No, I don’t think so.”
We were stumped. After almost thirteen years of marriage, we could not agree on a perfect gift for our soon arriving anniversary. It had to be something unique. Something special. But what was it?
As we sat there in Starbucks, a heavy-set man wearing a Harley-Davidson motorcycle jacket sat down at the table next to us. He took the jacket off and revealed his arms. They were covered with tattoos.
“That’s it,” whispered Honey, pointing toward the man.
“What?” I replied.
“Let’s get tattoos.”
The thought of a tattoo excited me as much as it did her. So, we spent the next forty-five minutes designing the perfect one for our upper arms. When we were done, we went over to the Temecula Tattoo Parlor.
The tattooing process did not really hurt much. Just some gentle pin pricks. Honey’s tattoo healed perfectly, but mine required some special salve, but seems to be doing okay now.
And of course, the tattoos are Christian, not some pagan art. If you want to, you check them out, look here.
Swimming Upstream appears at this blog site on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. It’s a little of this and a little of that, all written to encourage and exhort believers in their Christian jouneys.