I finally got to meet my son’s newborn—then a nurse leaned in and whispered, “That’s not the baby he left with.”

but love.

And Samuel, my real grandson, is six months old now.

He has Nora’s chin, Daniel’s ears, and a serious expression that makes him look like a tiny disappointed accountant. He likes being bounced exactly three times before bed and screams if you stop at two.

Last week Daniel called while Samuel was fussing in the background.

“Mom,” he said, laughing,continue reading …