We met Mary during our stay at Children's Wisconsin. We had already been in the hospital for five long days. As a mama running on very little sleep and a heart heavy with worry, I can't explain the wave of relief that washed over me the moment Mary walked into the room. She didn't just enter quietly and go through the motions. She immediately got down on M's level, squatting next to him, looking him in the eyes, and talking to him like he was the most important person in the room. From that moment on, she was the person we needed. When Mary changed medications, checked his PICC line, disconnected the IV, or took his vitals, she sang little songs about what she was doing. Her gentle tone and playful singing put M at ease. So much so that she was the first nurse who could do all those tasks without us having to help hold him down. That was a huge milestone. She met him where he was, noticed what he loved, and commented on his tablet characters like she knew them herself, mentioning her grandkids' favorite parts, and making him feel seen and safe. We were blessed to have her two days in a row. After each round of care, she'd give M high­ fives and cheers, helping him feel like a champion. But her care didn't stop at M's medical needs. Mary noticed the little things. She brought us a dishpan, soap, and a bottle brush to help clean and sterilize M's cups and sensory chewies, something we didn't even know we needed until she showed us. She warmed up a hair washing cap so we could clean his hair gently. She took the time to teach me how to give a proper CHG bath, something I hadn't been shown before, and had been unknowingly doing wrong. When M's blankets were being laundered at the Ronald McDonald House, Mary brought a blanket from her locker so he could still have something cozy to snuggle. Mary wasn't just a nurse, she was a partner, a teacher, and a calm in the storm. She listened when I needed to bounce ideas off someone, offered solutions, and reminded us that our son wasn't just a patient, he was a little boy who deserved to laugh, move, sing, and feel joy. She cheered for him through his scared moments, during IV disconnections or tricky respiratory treatments, and celebrated every small win with him. She saw his energy, his musical soul, and embraced all of it. Mary W was a blessing, and her impact on our family will never be forgotten. We are beyond grateful for the way she cared for all of us that weekend-body, mind, and spirit.