i am the luckiest.

Last night Everett had a seizure.

I held his hands as doctors tried to figure out why he was sick. I stroked his cheek and whispered what comfort I could.

It was midnight, beside me was a very small girl in pink princess jammies holding my hand, all the while whispering, "It's ok. It's ok. It's ok."

And it was. But she's still three. So she still requested juice for herself. Still wanted to be held when he needed to be held. Still wanted stickers and to go home and a teddy and blankie and to play games on our phones. And I whispered back to us all, "It's ok. It's ok. It's ok."

And then it was.