I would have taken Stryker just as he was and loved him for the rest of my life, but it was obvious to me he was starting to heal. When I looked at my new husband, I no longer saw a fractured man, broken and scarred. Even in the midst of turmoil and uncertainty, he was finally beginning to learn what it was like to accept love and be happy. The pieces of himself he thought he’d lost forever were coming back, reforming him into something beautiful.
