I remember tucking my daughter in bed one night, as I always did when she was little. She was wearing her Cinderella princess night-gown, and her favorite stuffed animals, Sheepy and Lamby, were securely nestled in her arms. She was chatting up a storm (as usual), and her eyes were sparking with joy and excitement as she shared whatever thoughts were going through her mind. I can still hear her little lisp, which was no match for her insatiable need to communicate all the things, all the time. I was gently stroking her hair when I suddenly became overwhelmed by…