And their tiny faces freezing whenever he leaned closer.
« The worst part, » he told me once, « is that they’ll know my voice before they know my face. »
Now, finally, that was about to change.
He called on Tuesday morning from an airport overseas.
Nine hours before I expected him home.
« I miss you, » he said. « I can’t wait to meet my little girls. »
Then he laughed.
« Although apparently they’re not little anymore. »
And then came the apology.
« I’m sorry I missed their birth. »
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