I loved this story in the TImes about a non-married couple who found a baby in the subway—yes, they found a baby in the subway—and wound up adopting the infant boy.

When I got to the A/C/E subway exit on Eighth Avenue, Danny was still there, waiting for help to arrive. The baby, who had been left on the ground in a corner behind the turnstiles, was light-brown skinned and quiet, probably about a day old, wrapped in an oversize black sweatshirt.…

Not until I reached the last third of the article did I realize that both members of the couple were male…and for most of their son’s life, they hadn’t been allowed to marry.