Daphne Butler’s big, warm laugh is sweeter than a summertime peach. It’s warmer than a steaming mug of hot chocolate on a snowy day. It’s more colorful than the changing leaves in fall, and more cheerful than the first daffodils of spring. That laugh! Sometimes it’s a Texas-sized tornado, sometimes it’s just the wind in the leaves; you know when Daphne’s in the room – and that’s the …