On the canvas of life, amidst the prevailing monotony of gray, there exist moments when splashes of color grace the walls that confine us. These walls of gray are not merely physical barriers but encompass the boundaries imposed by circumstances, the echoes of past failures, the insinuations of a subculture, and the silent expectations of society. They are the subtle whispers of doubt that linger behind the curtains, in the backstage of our minds. These walls represent the mass of inherited limitations and cast an intimidating shadow that babbles - "Here you go again."

In the field of sports, during the off-season, a team will often play an exhibition game. The purpose is to demonstrate to spectators the various talents and skills of the team and hopefully be impressive enough to draw in new spectators. In the field of grandparenting, a similar thing happens. Grand-kids put on what seems to the average bystander as an insignificant and often silly exhibition. But, to the grandparent, it's a "grand" display of everything unique and wonderful!  

Her feathered landing was as soft and gentle as a lunar astronaut. Her decision-making was much more conclusive and abrupt! Only ten feet from where I stood, a hungry barn swallow planted her feet, hovered over her options for lunch, turned her head this way and then that, with one sweep of her beak…