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.