Eight months ago, my wife Sabrina and I visited Chicago to meet her sister Sophia’s beautiful newborn, Delfina. Huddled around “baby Del” in the maternity ward of Northwestern Memorial Hospital, my mother-in-law squawked in her distinct Bronx accent: "She looks just like Marty!"
"Why do you think she looks like dad,” Sabrina asked. “Because she's bald and gassy?”
"She definitely has your mouth, Sophia," Sabrina said. “And her dad’s eyes,” I added.
It was this trip to Chicago that left me with an unfulfill-able longing—the longing to create a baby born of my love for Sabrina. It's one of the few things that makes me envious of straight people. Read more »