I returned from service with a prosthetic leg I hadn\u2019t told my wife about, along with gifts for her and our newborn daughters. Instead of a reunion, I found my babies crying and a note saying my wife had left us for a better life. Three years later, I stood at her door again. This time, on my terms.I had been counting down the days for four months.I was an ordinary man with one simple reason to get through each morning: the thought of walking back through my front door and holding my newborn daughters for the very first timMy mother had sent me their photograph the week before. had studied that picture more times than I could count. It stayed folded in the breast pocket of my uniform for the entire flight home, and I took it out so often the crease had softened. hadn\u2019t told my wife, Mara, or my mother about my leg.Mara and I had lost two pregnancies, and I saw what those losses did to her every time. When the injury happened during my final deployment, I chose not to tell her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She was pregnant. And this time, the pregnancy was holding. I couldn\u2019t risk that by giving her news that would frighten and devastate her while she was still so vulnerable.I told only one person. Mark, my best friend since we were twelve. He cried when I told him and said, \u201cYou\u2019re going to have to be strong now, man. You\u2019ve always been stronger than you think.\u201dI believed him completely.At a small market near the airport, I picked out two hand-knitted sweaters in yellow, because my mother had written that she was decorating the nursery in yellow. Then I bought white flowers from a roadside stand, because white had always been Mara\u2019s favorite.I didn\u2019t call ahead. I wanted to surprise her.I imagined the door opening. Her face. The girls. God\u2026 I was so excited.The drive from the airport felt like the longest thirty minutes of my life, and I spent most of it smiling. I remember thinking nothing could ruin that moment.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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