I don’t remember thinking much when I took this photo.That’s usually how the ones that matter seem to happen. It was a hot July day outside during a family cookout. The kind of heat you don’t fight, you just accept and slow down for. People talking, food cooking, kids coming and going. Nothing all that special on the surface. Then there was this. My wife, her hair pulled back, holding our grandson against her chest. No posing. No playing to the camera. Just comfort and closeness. He fit there like that was exactly where he belonged. My wife holding our grandson the way only a grandmother can. Calm, steady, and…