Toe Cramp

I got a toe cramp today in the home depot parking lot.

It took me back to the only other time I've had one.
I'd just pulled up to our house when it happened.  I'd never felt that kind of pain in my toe and since it came on so quickly I got a bit scared.  It felt like my toe was bending up towards me, clearly the opposite direction  it was suppose to be, all on it's own and I couldn't stop it.

Luckily you were home, so I called you from the car and asked you to help me as I couldn't walk on it.

You came out and carried me into the office and laid me gently on the broken leather couch that you had fallen in love with from the clearance section of the furniture store.

I was a little panicked that I had somehow broken my toe.
You tried to assure me that was not the case.
I still wasn't sure.

You gingerly tried to massage it, but the pain was so intense.  Against my protests you carefully kneaded, stretched, prodded and rubbed it.

So patiently you babied my toe and me until both of us were back to normal.
Then you kissed my toe and me.  My night in shining armor.

We started to make jokes and laugh about the whole thing and how I would've been stuck in the car if you hadn't picked up the phone. We created all kinds of humorous scenarios.
We laid there on that couch, side by side, for a long time giggling.

But this time I can't call you.
This time I have to take care of it on my own.

Just like everything else.

Of course I can do it on my own.  I just liked it better when you did it for me.

I did laugh, through the tears, at the thought of me kissing my own foot.  That's progress, right?

God I miss you.