I do have the greatest parents in the world. Talk about spreading whimsy. They have been an example of whimsy before I even knew whimsy existed from arts and crafts and hours painting on the deck and the piano recitals and jam sessions in the basement. They truly combined their talents to teach us what it means to love the world and find our place within it spread our own love. 

I went to an annual research dinner with my husband as part of the program he used to attend when in medical school at Pitt. And I always find the people there are so incredible and just lovely humans. I ran into an old friend of my husband but also a student who worked with my dad during her years attending Medical School at Pitt. She immedietely came up and told me just how much she looks back at her experience in the lab and realizes how much she learned from the gentlest, most humble, kind and intelligent and patient man in this world (my dad.) She said, "No really...people like him just don't exist anymore." It's always a moment of awe and wonder when someone (unrelated to you) sees someone you love in the same light you do. You think to yourself: "Yes I suppose I am that lucky...and that person is too." How extraordinary it is when one of your greatest inspirations becomes one of someone else's greatest inspirations as well. Now that is true art and true whimsy.