Clearly he loves me

I just realized the depth of Kris' love for me.

For whatever reason that I haven't quite determined yet, when I play ulitmate hard, I lose my toenails. They fall off, I can play pain free for a while. They grow back, get jammed, and fall off again. It's been the cycle for several years now. Annoying, but I deal with it.

Usually when they start to fall off, I'll trim them as close as I can, because they rarely come off cleanly.

This last time, however, the toenail from the big toe was fully jammed, and after a couple weeks, came cleanly off my toe. I was in Kris' bathroom when I pulled it off, and left it on the counter. Yeah, yeah, yeah, normally I throw them away, but the trashcan in Kris' bathroom is in an awkward place, and I, no doubt, was distracted by the topside of my new toe.

When looking for something this morning, I looked on Kris' shelves. Much to my surprise, I found that last toenail, all shrivelled, yellow and icky.

Kris had moved it from the counter to some place safer in case I wanted that toenail. He had saved it for me, in the midst of cleaning.

Clearly, I haven't begun to probe the depths of that man's love for me.