This weekend you are eight weeks old. I had to spend the night away from you for the first time to attend the funeral of my grandmothers, Mary Elon Morris Morgan.

Your great-grandparents were very generous and giving people. The Internal Revenue Service audited them frequently because they couldn’t understand how a family with 6 kids could manage to give away so much of their income each year.

Your grandparents, Doug and Debbie, both played the piano at the funeral, and Doug spoke on behalf of the family. Doug cried, which was difficult to watch. He and his mom didn’t have the easiest of relationships, but he said, “she made sure her children knew the standard.”

She loved her children enough to discipline them when they were out of line, or as she used to say, “cut the blood wholloping.” Which was to use a switch across the back of the legs until little beads of blood appeared.

I don’t have any plans to switch you: look at that face. How could I?