Today, I'm thankful for Sarah's emotional labor in:
Helping get Ella from being emotionally unsettled at the thought sharing the TV to being ok with having a football game on.
Continuing the emotional prep for Ella (and, to an only slightly lesser extent, me) for her work trip. We've all had a whirlwind week, but Sarah has pushed all the right buttons to get everyone in the best possible headspace.
Giving me some necessary tough love about the emotional "grey zone" I've created with my parents during my dad's ongoing health decline. She's right; I can't be one foot in, one foot out.
Giving me some real talk about the emotional damage I've caused over the past few years that culminated in Ella saying "don't leave me with him" tonight. I'm so mortified.