I haven't decided if I see less 'wow' in this stage of my life because I am old and jaded or more 'wow' because I am wiser and more perceptive.  No matter.  I was 'wow'ed last night and I am going to tell you why.  Last Monday Sheila, being 'out of work' decided to accept the invitation to attend an additional Relief Society meeting just for 'old ladies' with nothing better to do. (My description, not her's.)  There was poetry and learning how to play a ukelali (sic).  Then yesterday she gets a call reminding her that she was supposed to write a poem and turn it in.  She is undecided and not confident that she can do it.  I'm unaware.  Well last night during winding down before bed time she comes in the bed room and asks me if I want to read her poem.  Wow!  I share it with you:

                                    His smiling eyes are watching closely.

                                    My fearful, tentative hands moving slowly.

                                    "Signing" 'shoes, where?'

                                    'blue train',  'treat', 'car',  'helicopter'.

                                    Grandma and Colton having fun with their chatter.