I've wanted a tattoo of my Nana's signature on my body for a while now. I got my first tattoo when I turned 18, and even then I remember wanting my Nana's singature. The only reason I didn't get it was because I hand't chosen the perfect spot on my body yet. 

Four years later, I finally got my dream tattoo. Yesterday I woke up and decided, "Fuck it, I'm going." So I looked up the closest (and cleanest) tattoo shop, and hopped on the streetcar. I told no one I was getting it done, and was in and out of the shop in less than 30 min. 

I love it. I know if my Nana were here she would say something like "Oh, kids these days and their tattoos", but really I know she would be honoured. I miss her.