Last night when I spilled a bowl of boiling hot miso soup on my lap, I felt the pain.
Minutes later I called my husband and tried to calmly explain the features of the second-degree burns splotching across my lower belly and thigh. And by calmly, I mean in a choked frantic manner.
I didn't call because he is a paramedic, though that helps.
Rather, I called to hear his voice.
Nothing soothes me like the sound of my guy, except maybe one of his hugs.
After our last phone call of the night, I slipped into a pair of his old pajamas and t-shirt and fell asleep.
The hug came this morning:)
