It is fitting that on her 4th birthday we are insulated in our house as the ground is blanketed in snow and the air's bitter sting is unforgiving today. She came into the world in the middle of a snow storm. Her urgency to be present rivaled the blast of the gales which pressed down on us en route to the hospital. She was born under a full moon. And she has grown to be both the tempest - a flurry of drumbeats and song- and also the warmth and safety of the hearth- a tiny healer laying her empathetic hands on the sick and doleful. It seems like only yesterday that we unexpectedly found ourselves expecting her- worrying over how another child would impact the family dynamic. And now as we celebrate the 4th year of the 4th child it doesn't seem like it is possible that there was ever life before her.