Walking bleary-eyed into his kitchen one early morning, our son-in-law met with a beautiful sight: my toddler granddaughter waiting at the kitchen table. “Daddy, I made you a party,” she announced, smiling proudly. She had indeed! There were flowers on the table; each person’s place had been set with a kiddie plate, napkin, graham crackers, and applesauce cup. The breakfast table was her natural choice to honor her Daddy at this family party. Even at the tender age of 3, she understood the family table to be a place of celebration, honor, and delight. But how did she learn that? As an infant, she had often fallen asleep in my arms at the dining room table while her parents and we, her grandparents, played round after round of Yahtzee. Early in life, she would insist on participating by holding the Yahtzee cup when it would come around to me—I imagine …