I don’t remember thinking much when I took this photo.That’s usually how the important ones happen. It was a hot July day, outside during a family cookout. The kind of heat you don’t fight — you just accept it and slow down. People talking, food cooking, kids coming and going. Nothing special on the surface. And then there was this moment. My wife, her hair pulled back, holding our grandson against her chest. No posing. No awareness of the camera. Just comfort and closeness. He fit there like that’s where he belonged. What I see now is time stacked on itself. A grandmother holding a brand-new life. One steady. One…