This morning as I was walking out of Mass, I was behind a little boy holding hands with his grey-haired Grandpa.
The little boy looked up at his Grandpa and said: "When you were a parent, what kind of hair did you have?"
The Grandpa replied: "I had brown hair."
He turned to me and saw that I was smiling at the little exchange and said to me "I'm not just a parent anymore, I'm a Grandpa."
It was all very sweet~to know that although we will always be a parent, one day we will be holding the hand of our little grandchild and we will be blessed again by God and become a Grandparent.