He stood in the middle of the hospital room, looking like a giant. All grass stains, sweat, and messy hair. His purple uniform bulged over the massive pads and protective gear he wore. He looked like a warrior who had just stepped off a battlefield. Except for his face. It was softened and downturned, his eyes in complete and utter awe. He didn’t hold a sword, or a football… but a tiny baby who stared back at him like he made up her entire universe. I understood that look. Because it was one I wore every single day. The first sight of my tough-looking husband with our daughter in his arms was
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