That's love...

Dear son,

Just before she went to bed, I asked your mother for a toe-tugging. One at a time, she grabs hold of each of my toes with both hands and pulls them really hard in order to crack them. It feels just great. She can only do my inside toes, however, as my big toe is too hard for her to crack and my pinky toe feels like it'll come off before it cracks, so she leaves those four little piggies alone. My point is that she hates doing it; the feel of my joints popping like that, the accompanying noise, the effort required--all that stuff skeeves her out a little bit. But she does it anyway, because I ask her to, because she loves me, and when you love someone, it becomes less about you and more about them. You make the sacrifice in your own way because you know it matters to them or makes them feel good, which, in turn, makes you feel good.

Love,
Dad