I think after a woman experiences birth, it can make the things in life that at one point seemed huge, confusing and unconquerable look like a little mud pie instead of a tar pit.
It's pretty incredible having the love, support and admiration of your man when you're feeling vulnerable, weak and completely out of control. I was looking back through some of my labor pics and found this one. There I was, on my back porch surrounded by the trees, realizing I was going through transition as I had just puked up the spaghetti my family had tried to give me. My body was gearing up for a long 10 hours being stuck in completion due to cervix issues. To me this picture epitomizes who my husband was and is for me. I just needed him to hold me for a moment. Somehow it tethered my brain to reality, this wasn't going to last forever and I would know normal and happy again. haha. Sometimes there was nothing more he could do than hold my hand or rub my back. Still, that's what works best for me. If I'm going through something rough, sometimes that will calm my heart more than a lengthy talk session or turning on the tears.
I thought I'd share this little snippet today. When I found this pic it kinda re-inspired my heart and said so many things to me in regards to things I've been walking in and exploring in my own heart with Sam. Love is such a good thing.