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I am not their first father, and I will never try to erase the man who came before me. But I am the man who saw a photograph at 2:00 a.m. and refused to let the world break them apart. I lost my family once, and in the wreckage of that loss, I found a way to keep another one whole. Every night, when I hear the house full of life and the kids calling out “Goodnight, Dad,” I know that we were all exactly where we were meant to be. Together.