An ode to the to-be-mothers of the world

In all our years together I’ve never seen her this way. The moment when I saw her coming down the aisle sticks in my head but now, as her silhouette starts to change, I’ve realised that this is beauty in its truest shape and form.  I find myself persistently admiring her constantly evolving figure whilst living in ever-mounting anticipation of what the coming months may bring. It’s a metamorphosis abounding in beauty, a meaningful change wrapped in strands of heaven. The more our unborn baby develops, the more her beauty resonates and leaves me gobsmacked all over again. I’m not only eternally grateful for our first born that these 9 months will bring, but also in absolute awe of he’s dazzling safe haven for these 9 months – my beautiful pregnant wife. To all the to-be-mothers of the world; I wish you knew how beautiful you really are.