Reading the dateline on this column, you might think her reference was to something Elvisian, coming, as it did, on the very day The King might have celebrated his 65th birthday. In her arms, however, she was holding the object of our discussion - The Princess, my very first granddaughter just then celebrating her first month on the planet.
Nothing is as mysterious as an infant.
But I never recall having felt overwhelmed when I held any of my three newborns. What has overwhelmed my oldest daughter is fear - pure and simple. Suddenly, her life is out of control. Not her own life, exactly, but this new life for which she is responsible from now on - forever. She's thinking of all the things that can go wrong, the things she can name.