Life Update: Cakey High Fives, CT Scans, Banana Ball, and the Postal System’s Personal Vendetta
I just got back from the Fourth of July weekend in Arkansas, where we celebrated my granddaughter Gracelynn’s first birthday. One whole year. I do not know who authorized time to move that fast, but I would like to speak to a manager. She is perfect, of course. She carefully dissected her birthday cake with her fingers like a tiny forensic scientist. No wild cake-smashing chaos. No face-first dive into frosting. Just careful inspection, methodical sampling, and then—because I am blessed beyond measure—a cakey high five. That’s right. I got frosted. Some people get jewelry. Some people get flowers. I got a sticky baby palm full of birthday cake slapped into my hand, and frankly, it outranks most gifts I’ve ever received. She already does the goofy hand-over-mouth noise thing I taught her, completely unprompted. That means Grandma has officially made an impression. Next up: fish lips. I have a Jim Carrey rubber face and a sacred duty to pass on the ridiculous. She also learned to g...