But I'm not kidding when I say it was literally a week of smiles and high fives.
I had not one, not two, but three different kids who wanted to give away their own get-well balloons and stuffed toys to patients who they felt needed them more.
"He took a victory lap around the floor in his stroller, fedora tilted slightly to the right, bobbing his head to 'Gangnam Style.' It was something out of a movie. We all danced with him the entire way to the elevator, and got to wave and yell goodbye as the doors closed. It felt strangely similar to a finale in a musical."
In a children's hospital, sad stories are never hard to come by, which makes weeks as perfect as this one that much more important to hold onto.