Is there anything more special than holding your newborn in your arms for the first time? Looking at the softest, most sweet-smelling person you’ve ever seen? The wrinkly skin, soft fingernails, and unfocused eyes that gaze back at you more keenly than anyone you’ve ever met in your life. Perhaps the only thing that trumps holding your own new baby is holding your first grandchild. Last year, at age 53, my colleague Valerie Coulman became a grandma for the first time. Holding her grandson was so special. “Such a tiny precious face, and I had the chance to inspect the fingers and toes for myself,” Coulman, a writer and editor based in southern Oregon, told me. “It was extra special for me because the hospital where he was born only allowed two visitors or labor support, and I was the only grandparent able to go in for the two days …