12/14/2025
No words. No agenda. Just this quiet, sacred scene unfolding on its own.
A new father gently brushing his newly postpartum wife’s hair as she held their two day old baby.
Two chairs pulled close.
Ordinary light turning something tender into something holy.
This is the part of birth work that rarely gets named. The in between moments. The care that happens when no one is watching, when nothing is being asked for, when love simply shows up with its hands.
It reminds us that support doesn’t have to be loud or complicated.
Sometimes it’s just presence.
Sometimes it’s touch.
Sometimes it’s someone saying, “I’m right here.”
And those moments matter just as much as the big ones 🤍