Before we had a little boy, we had a slew of sisters – each so different, wired in her own unique way. My firstborn is quiet and inquisitive, almost always content to walk closely by my side. Her little sister is sunshine and giggles, even and especially when she is not supposed to be. A little dark haired heaven girl followed them and her silence speaks volumes of the grace she taught even a decade later. Our fourth pink bundle is joy in every way and hard wired to love everything that breathes and many things that don’t. God then dropped a curly-haired firecracker on our porch and she has been dancing until she slings her shoes off every day since, more so if her uptight mother’s back is turned.