A couple of Saturdays ago, I was at Jackson’s third birthday party. More unbelievable than the fact that he is already 3 years old is the fact that I am the great-aunt of a 3-year-old. I had a lot of great-aunts growing up, and my memories of them are consistent: They all had gray or white hair, and they all wore plain cotton shirtwaist dresses during the week and lace-collared shirtwaist dresses on Sunday and to funerals.