The nicest thing in the world: my three beasties are getting older, so grown up, so full of purpose and ideas and things to say, say Loudly, proclaim to the world and each other - jostling, pushing, tumbling over one another to have their voices heard - and even still, the first thing they do when they come in the front door every afternoon is call my name out, locate my whereabouts, and come give me a long hug.