My son’s wife had always refused to let anyone hold their baby—until the day of my birthday party.

herself,” she replied.

“That’s normal for babies,” I said. “We can cut her nails.”

“They’ve already been cut.”

His reply was so quick that I fell silent.

Another time, my cousin Selah leaned towards Willow during a family lunch and said in a soft voice, “Show me your little fingers.”

Nancy grabbed her diaper bag.

“Actually, I need to change it.”

Then she continue reading …