I don’t know why, but it’s been bothering me that I haven’t been able to describe or define the love I have for Skye. I’ve been mulling it over and the closest thing I can think of, the best comparison, is of being full. Those fleeting moments of being full throughout one’s life.
The kind of full that you feel after running or exercising to your full potential; that rush of your entire body pulsing from working in unison, the feeling of world domination and extreme optimism. The kind of full you feel when you’re outside after a big snow storm, it’s early morning or late at night and the world is as quiet as it gets, like the snow is absorbing all noise and you can just feel the presence of the entire Earth at that moment. The kind of full you feel when you are wrapped up in the arms of a loved one, with not a care or obligation in the back of your mind, just love for one another. It’s that quiet peace. But with Skye, it’s a constant warming of the heart and soul, there is nothing fleeting about it.
Then when Benjam is in the room and he feels the same way, the entire house just feels right, and that everything is as it should be. This love for Skye overflows. This love for Benjam overflows. And then there is just a big gooey mess of love and I feel so Full that I may just, no really, explode from it all. Who knew that all of this was contained in a minuscule embryo?