Saturday morning, my 7-year-old daughter, Casey, my 18-year-old son, Dakota, and my loving husband, Cleve and I went to an early morning birthday party for one of my and Cleve's grandkids, Charlie. Charlie is 5 now, thinks he is a big boy, full of energy and interesting conversation, and has a smile like sunshine. As always at Nana Ray's house, the kitchen (gathering place) is overflowing, full of good smells (Saturday it was chili beans, chicken and rice pudding, and other assorted yummies) and to get around one another is a challenge. For a introvert such as myself, the constant buzz is pleasant yet a tad overwhelming. Did I share pleasantries with everyone while yet showing the right amount of attention to the kids? Honestly, I don't know - just keeping my balance and trying not to leave anyone out is tiring. What I do know is that Charlie had a good time. His smiles reverberate throughout Nana's household and all that love him couldn't help b...