And there we were, in a kind of harmony;
and the evening was so beautiful, that it
made a pain in my heart, as when you
cannot tell whether you are happy or sad;
and I thought that if I could have a wish, it
would be that nothing would ever change,
and we could stay that way forever.
- Magaret Atwood, Alias Grace
Skyler came into this world, fiercely and sure. His birth, a still point of the turning world. "You are held, you are held, you are held." Those were the words spoken into Danica's ears as she delivered her boy in the calm, on her knees, under the water.
Danica, your love is full strength, tender, moving, true. Your oldest boy was magically in-tune and attentive to your needs, have I ever seen such gentleness? Your husband was steady, present, full of wonder and awe. Skyler, Skyler. He is everything good.
Thank you for the gift of being able to document your smallest son's birth story on a grey morning in April. I could never forget it, it is a part of me now.