Always in my Heart

Seen on the FB page of a friend who has just recently become a member of this elite "club" Karen and I joined 27 months ago. It says it so perfectly.

I'm really not into tattoos (you can ask my son, Abel!). But straightlaced, conservative me broke down and got one on my left upper arm, strictly to honor Levi, on the day of the eight month anniversary. A family member asked if I chose that particular location in order to "keep him close to my heart." Ah, no, said I. There is no "keeping" him there. He IS there. Permanently, indelibly, effortlessly. No needles and ink could accomplish that. And nothing I could do to change it, even if I wanted to. (I don't, by the way).