For most of my adult life, I've wanted a tattoo and no one in the world knew except for Josh. We've had casual conversations about it before, but given my propensity for tears, it isn't something I ever thought I would follow through with. At some point last year, I told him that I wanted to do it. Not kind of or one day or maybe, but really-really-in-real-life-actually get a tattoo. He joked that the only way I would ever get one is if he kidnapped me and drove me to the tattoo shop. I had no intentions of getting inked while on our family vacation. I always assumed I would do it on a trip with Josh and that it would be highly researched and heavily planned. Instead, we took a spontaneous trip to random shop and my sister just happened to have her camera in my car. I say first tattoo ...