We talked about our tattoo meanings.
I remember the night I met my husband. We were introduced by a mutual friend. We hit it off right away. We talked about a number of things, but there is a conversation I remember most from that evening. We talked about tattoo meanings. We both had tattooss, and we told each other when we got them and why. He told me why he had a cookie monster tattoo on his arm, and I told him why I had lion on my ankle. He told me why he had a duck tattooed on his leg, and I told him why I had an angel on my shoulder.