As the gates and doors opened to the Mission, it started to rain. Babies in strollers draped with blankets and covered with plastic or umbrellas waited in the chill air, but there was no crying. Some babies slept, one little boy blew us kisses. People smiled when we asked if we could take pictures of their babies to share with you.

When we first started planning our upcoming SF-based anniversary party for HAMO, I sent out an email to everyone I knew to see who might help with the planning of the event. My email …