I can’t get back Mateo and Ivy’s first four years.

I missed the first steps, the first words, the first birthdays, and no court ruling or apology will ever hand them back to me.

But I do get to decide what kind of man they see when they look up now.

I don’t have to be a perfect one.

I only have to be a father who, when the truth finally walked up to him in an airport and looked him in the eye, stopped running — and stood his ground.