Ah, Memories!

When I’m aggravated at my hubby, I remember what he said to me after we left our last Lamaze class thirty years ago. I was pregnant with our first child, twenty-seven, and eight and a half months pregnant. The class featured a film showing every sort of birth possible, in graphic detail with screaming women and frantic fathers. We sat in our little car, and I was thinking, “There’s no way out now. It’s a little late to show me that film. This baby is coming!”

My husband took my hand, looked into my eyes, and quietly said, “I wish I could do this for you.”

I looked back at that wonderful man and replied, “I wish you could, too.”