My Husband's Love

Trying to decide what to write my very first post about took only a little bit of time. The answer came to me quite naturally and it seemed only fitting to write my first post about my husband Jake. Our marriage began on a long road of schooling and it still continues to this day. Almost seven years have been spent in a familiar pattern of long hours and lonely nights. I have watched Jake work tirelessly to provide a good life for our family. I am amazed and awed by his selfless love.
Throughout this last pregnancy I grew to love Jake in a way that I have never known. I trusted him with every thought and worry of my heart. He listened and wiped away every tear. While in the hospital on the night that I began to have pain and swelling, the doctor induced labor and I wanted nothing more than to have Jake near me. He rushed to the hospital in the middle of the night and I remember the exact moment I finally saw his figure in the doorway. He was my strength and my support that night when I had to deliver our baby much too early. He held my hand every minute. I wrapped my arms around his neck when it was time to push and I continued to hold onto him for many moments after that when the tears were too great to bear alone. We have been through the darkest of nights together, hand in hand.
I have been blessed with an amazing husband that is aware of my deepest needs. He extends himself again and again to lift me and comfort me and love me.

He felt now that he was not simply close to her, but that he did not know where he ended and she began. ~Leo Tolstoy