When something goes awry, Elliot touches my cheek, looks me in the eye and says, “It’s ok.”
It could be the plumbing broke at the Buena Vista Overlook cabins, so we didn’t have running water.
It could be that I get frustrated with something or upset. I can’t think of any more specific examples. Maybe something as simple as being late in the morning routine for school and work.
I think often of him touching me saying “It’s ok.” It is comforting. I need to paste here Joseph Goldstein’s words about fear and “it’s ok.”
