This week I celebrate 32 weeks of pregnancy..
I wanted to give special honour to my husband and every husband out there who has journeyed through many months of pregnancy with their wives.
For every meal that has been cooked..
Every tongue bitten when we demanded just one more thing from downstairs..
For every foot rub and back rub..
For every run to the grocery store or rearrangement of schedule because we absolutely just cannot get up..
For every bath time and bed time routine, for every early morning when you whispered to our kids “let mum sleep I’ll play with you..”
For every compliment when we just can’t stand the sight of our ever changing bodies..
While we physically and mentally journey through growing a baby I can never understand the struggle to walk that road with us and not be able to take some of the pain or be able to share in the uncomfortablity of it all..
For every prayer you have prayed over me and your child to be..
For every offer of early morning coffee to help get me moving..
Thank you for loving the wife of your youth when she is so far buried beneath the weight of pregnancy and for journeying through many months of the recovery process at the end of it all.
You are more than just a champion, when I look at you I see the Lord and His love!
I love you more today than yesterday.