When I was a kid, you could not have told me that I would marry a man with a tattoo.
In the 1970s, tattoos only appeared on the body parts of sailors and hoodlums, bikers and rapscallions. Marlon Brando in On the Waterfront — he was the tattoo type. No way. Stay away.
But we have all grown up. I certainly have. And on the first night we spent together, seeing this tattoo of his was the clinching moment. I already felt myself falling in love with him. But when I saw John Lennon on his arm, I surrendered. He was my love. He still is.
He didn't know I took this. He was sleeping sweetly after I rose to make us coffee. In the mornings, nothing makes me happier than turning toward him in our sleepy state and seeing his face for the first time that day. He always smiles when he sees mine. But sometimes, I love kissing his forehead, and climbing over in the bed, and going into the kitchen for a little time alone. Mostly because, when I come back, I see this.
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I feel the same way about The Chef I love and live with. His kitchen hours and my office hours never mesh, and on the weekends I wake up early to go to the Green Market, but always come home and watch him sleep for a few minutes before climbing back under the fold of his arm.
Very sweet photo. Reminds me of my love. Very romantic post too. It made my morning. Off to call my husband.... :)
Seeing that picture and reading your posts gives me hope....currently in the early stages of an old friendship that is becoming closer. We are both tentative, little scared because if romantically we don't mesh, we are afraid that we will lose the friendship.....
I love John Lennon's music
the tattoo has to be seen to be believed!!! I read about your love story quite a long time back...and remembered that part about your corresponding tattoos...but seeing it in a picture..wow....my jaw literally dropped...
u guys are truly destined for each other!!!
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