“Great idea,” I replied. “Would you like to meet her?”
“Sure. Think she’d remember me?” he asked.
“There’s only one way to find out,” I said.
I composed a query letter and e-mailed it to the Manhattan family court. Within hours, a court attorney called to say that of course the judge remembered us, and she was thrilled by the idea of officiating our marriage.
A month later, back in family court after 12 years, Kevin reached out to shake the judge’s hand.
“Can I give you a hug?” she asked. After they separated, the judge asked Kevin about school and his interests, hobbies, and friends.When we finally remembered the purpose of the visit, Danny and I moved into position to exchange vows. I reflected on the improbable circumstances that delivered us to this moment. We weren’t supposed to be there, two men, with a son we had never dreamed of by our side, getting married by a woman who had changed and enriched our lives more than she would ever know. But there we were, thanks to a fateful discovery and a judicious hunch.
Peter Mercurio, a playwright and web designer, Danny Stewart, a social worker, and Kevin live in Manhattan.