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my wife is laying on an operating table. the pain shes endured for 15 hours is readily apparent on her face. shes exhausted from exertion and herculean effort. im looking at her, stroking her hair and telling her how proud i am of her strength and dedication. im telling her it wont be long now, that were close to the end. i look into her eyes and i realize ive never loved someone so much as i love her. at that moment, the room becomes one person louder, as my son draws his first breath.
i grew by leaps and bounds in that moment. nevermind the fact that i amused myself for hours afterwards tickling my wifes feet, which had no feelings thanks to the epidural.
juju, thank you for this thread.
~james
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