I am not a very big fan of snow. It has lost its appeal ever since the start of college, when I realized that all the fluffiness did was make it harder for me to walk to class. 

But there’s something about those tiny flakes, falling so slowly that that seem to be suspended in midair. Like little wishes or blessings. We talked about awe in medicine this week during healer’s art, and the closest I can describe the feeling of watching a brand to life come into being in front of me is… 

Its as if the OR was alight with thousands of blessings, falling like the snow, dancing like fireflies, welcoming the baby into this world. 

Whenever I stop and think about it, I am so very lucky I’ve chosen a life where I can dance and share the joy of others.