We are spending this weekend in Minnesota to celebrate our first grand baby’s first birthday.  He is a joy beyond measure. My mother always said, “If I’d had these grand babies first, I’d never had you girls!” Now I understand.  Greyson is perfect, incredibly smart, and the happiest baby I’ve ever seen.  We can’t get enough of him. I suppose my grandparents must have felt the same about the little curly-haired toddler I was.  I’m thankful things have changed so much from then to now and there aren’t cigarette ashtrays on every table, because although I’d be curious to know if my DNA runs deep in Greyson, I am hoping…