This afternoon, I was taking a short nap in my room when I heard the pitter-patter of little feet run up to my bed. Then, I felt a kiss on my forehead and the little one ran back out. 
My 3yo may give me more gray hairs than her older sisters with her many antics (today’s adventures included drawing with marker on the couch and getting chocolatey fingerprints on the rocking chair), but she is also one of the sweetest, most thoughtful kids I know.