Rising to the challenge

I have done it. I have made bread. This time without a recipe that can be perfected by children.
I have ended my long struggle with bread failure.Under Thanksgiving pressure, no less.
Look at how high this dough rose!

Fantastic!
The smell of these rolls coming out of the oven reminded my dad of his mom and grandma - both excellent bakers of bread and all other things. It nearly brought him to tears.
Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, it happened. Dad told me my rolls were better than grandma's. Now I don't know if he meant my grandma or his, but does it really matter?
His grandma was a Home Ec. teacher who wrote her own cookbook. My grandma could literally go into the kitchen and grab handfuls of random ingredients and make deliciousness without fail.
Now there's all this pressure to repeat this performance.