My youngest (we’ll call her Ladybug) is 3 years old, and is a tiny tornado. She’s a little blonde daredevil with an angel’s face. Since the womb, this child has barely stopped moving except for a nap. Her little mind and her mouth are almost always going so fast, it’s all I can do to nod along. So brave and so strong, every day is an adventure for my tiny Bug. The sound of her precious voice and the way she wraps her arms around my neck make me wonder what I ever did without her.