I got a lot of questions last week after I posted about Abigail's tattoo on my 10 Things post. So first, yes, it's real. She's wanted a tattoo forever. I have a tattoo (and want another). Her dad has a tattoo. Her grandmother has a tattoo. So she didn't grow up in an anti-tat family. But she did grow up with me telling her that I wouldn't even consider one for her until she was 18. At which point, of course, she wouldn't really need my permission. But thankfully, she did ask my permission. Unlike many of her friends that somehow have managed to get tats well under the age of 18 and without their parents permission. And she's wanted this particular tattoo since she was about 8. So my take on this is that I was blessed to be a part of it. That she wanted to include me. That she wanted my permission. That she wanted me there with her. And that she allowed me/it to be part of her story that I'm telling in her scrapbooks.
And she didn't even want me to pay for it. That chunk of change can be credited to her boyfriend. Who also asked my permission. And I think it's beautiful. It's a roman numeral two that has special meaning to her (nothing to do with the boyfriend). And it's so very very Abbey and she loves it.