Wes Phillips

When I was in GuangZhou, my hotel was a nexus for American couples meeting their adopted Chinese babies. My heart went out to these newly minted families doting over their new additions, eyes brimming with hope and love.

Elizabeth Fitzsimmons proves that I didn't have a clue how immediate and profound that love was. You guys of the male persuasion might want to read this when you're alone, so that nobody will see you weeping.