Dad raised his glass to celebrate my sister’s newborn and said, “Your sister’s baby is going to be perfect.” Then he turned to me and asked, “So when is it your turn?” I replied, “That already happened… seven months ago. You were invited. It’s just that the invitation ended up at the bottom of the trash can.” The backyard went so quiet you could almost hear the wind stop over that neat little slice of Fairfield, Connecticut. My father stood there under the white party tent, champagne flute in hi