I’m not going to spoil this story by telling you everything that happens, but read this.

The first para is:

The story of how Danny and I were married last July in a Manhattan courtroom, with our son, Kevin, beside us, began 12 years earlier, in a dark, damp subway station.

The story includes the finding of an abandoned baby in the subway, a gutsy and instinctively right judge, adoption, and a gay marriage.

Bring your tissues.