My Husband: A Tribute in the Storm of Labor

As I prepare to bring another life into this world — our child — I find myself overcome with gratitude for the man who’s walked this road with me: my husband, my steady anchor.

Labor is a whirlwind. It’s sacred, intense, unpredictable. It asks everything of me — my mind, body, and spirit. But right beside me, often quietly, always faithfully and with a watchful eye, stands the man who has carried me in ways no one sees and cared for me and my health in ways no one saw.

Through every wave of pain, every moment of waiting, every prayer whispered through exhaustion, he’s there. Watchful. Strong. Gentle. Present. He simply prays, and in doing so, reminds me I’m not alone.

He is the protector of our little growing family. The eyes that catch what I and others may miss. The calm voice when I feel undone. The hands that hold mine — not just in the hospital room, but through every hard moment leading up to it. His strength isn’t loud or showy — it’s firm and rooted, like an oak tree planted by living water (Psalm 1:3).

He reflects the love of God in the way he serves without asking, prays without prompting, and believes in me even when I struggle to believe in myself. I know the weight he carries — not just as my husband, but as the father of our children. And I thank God every day that I get to do this life, this love, this labor — with him.

So to my husband: thank you. For every little thing. For every big thing. For being a mirror of Christ’s love and for walking with me toward the miracle that awaits on the other side of this pain.

This isn’t just my labor — it’s ours. And in it, I see God’s faithfulness in you.

God Bless,

Amanda Leigh , CAO

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