The pain had finally stopped. My wife’s body slowly relaxed, and I saw relief come over her tearful face. She had completed an amazing act of passion and torment. Our son, Jack, had just been born.
I kissed my wife on the forehead, telling her how proud of her I was. Even though we already had an older son waiting for us back home, even though we had been through the drill of childbirth before, I was no less dazzled the second time around. My wife’s body is capable of amazing things, but her mental capacity awed me. Her iron will manifested itself carrying Jack for nine less-than-fun months, but it was fulfilled on that sunny October afternoon when he decided to join us.
Image above by Horizon Photography.
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