black boy jumps for joyThe 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.

Danny called me that day, frantic. “I found a baby!” he shouted. “I called 911, but I don’t think they believed me. No one’s coming. I don’t want to leave the baby alone. Get down here and flag down a police car or something.”

What neither of us knew, or could have predicted, was that Danny had not just saved an abandoned infant; he had found our son.

(READ the story in the New York Times)

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