Sometimes it seems like we are hearing about heartache and tragedy every day. The news is filled with it, the newscasters seeming to revile in every graphic detail. It’s days like this that I want to close myself and my family into a little bubble of love to shelter us from the storms of hate around the world. It’s days like this where I want to revel in the sweet smell of my baby and the innocence of my 3 year old. It’s days like this when I want to pretend, for just a little while, that the hunt for lady bugs is the most important thing we could be doing. Then again, maybe it is.