I have heard her described as a wild child. I myself have called her feral on a bad day. She’s high energy and high volume. At almost 4 1/2 she has yet to sleep through the night more than a handful of times. She is emotional and has a flaming hot temper. She is also sweet as sugar and has compassion and forgiveness wrapped up better than most grown ups. My every morning begins with a little prayer of patience. She’s teaching me to take a moment as often as necessary to breath deep and find my strength.