Sick days that actually heal

Sick day with Elliott today, which basically means I’m spending hours watching him pretend to hate Coco while being fully invested in every scene. He keeps announcing he’s “bored” while refusing to blink. He swings between burying himself face‑down in the pillows like a tiny dramatic poet and popping up to watch the next emotionally charged scene like nothing happened.

But in between the theatrics, there’s this quiet little pocket of connection — the kind that sneaks up on you. The kind that makes you feel the grief you’re carrying and the hope you’re growing at the same time. The kind that reminds you you’re building the life you always wanted to give your kids.

It’s messy and funny and tender and honest. And it grounds me.