Yesterday was our ten year wedding anniversary. I’m very thankful to have a wife like Angel. She is by far the coolest girl I know. Looking back at our lives together is pretty amazing to me. To think that God brought together two rebellious kids in 1993 and then thirteen years later brought them both to salvation is just incredible.

To celebrate, we went to dinner at The Melting Pot which was by far the coolest dining experience I’ve ever had, not to mention the best food I’ve ever eaten. I had never been before but Angel had gone a few years ago for a Christmas party when she was working for It’s Just Lunch. She has been raving about it ever since and begged for us to go sometime. So I thought this would be the perfect opportunity to finally acquiesce. I’m glad I did.

After having dinner dressed in our Sunday best we walked up the street to a tattoo parlor and fulfilled a prophesy Angel had given on our honeymoon: she got a tattoo of a blue turtle. The blue turtle has kind of been the mysterious mascot of our marriage.

Without going into too much detail the story of the blue turtle is this. On the first night of our honeymoon in Palm Desert California we went to one of those restaurants where they have this huge outdoor deck overlooking a pond. In this pond lived, by my estimation, 99 percent of the worlds turtle population. That’s where the turtle theme began.

Later on that night we went to this club called the Blue Tattoo. It was one of those places where they fill up the dance floor with about three feet of soap suds. It was quite an unforgettable dancing/bathing experience. After leaving the club we passed some business that had a turtle on their logo, I think it was a bank or something like that. So Angel took a picture of the logo and said that on our ten year anniversary she was going to get a blue tattoo of a turtle.

That’s the Cliff’s Notes version because neither one of us can really remember the entire story leading up to the vow of the blue turtle.

Here are some pictures I took with my phone from last night.

So it’s settled. Angel is a prophet.

This is Angel’s third tattoo and from my experience with attending her tattooings I can now definitively say that tattoo artists have the worst taste in music of any race of people ever to exist. Good grief people! As if getting a tattoo isn’t annoying enough without having to endure one thrash/surf/poetry-reading song after another. Pfft!