My Son Spotted His Dad on the Kiss Cam — Then I Saw Who Was Sitting Beside Him

I was still smiling when my eight-year-old son, Jerry, grabbed my arm and pointed at the stadium screen. “Mom, that’s Daddy!” My smile disappeared. Adam was supposed to be four states away on a five-day business trip. After two exhausting years of hospital visits, Jerry had finally been cleared, and my boss had surprised us with field-level tickets.continue reading …