Ireland never got any less enchanting. I marveled at the stunning beauty of it as we flew over the Emerald Isle to the little airport where we would be landing. My stomach was doing flips, and I couldn't decide if it was the baby or if it was just the pure joy of being here again.

The pilot was talented, landing on the short runway without so much as a jolt. Alessandro gripped my hand tightly. He'd been quiet for the most part as we traveled. I knew he was exhausted, ...