There was this moment once.
I was photographing for a project at that old, abandoned furniture factory - that one we both love - and I was standing amidst the garbage and splintered wood and overgrown weeds. Mosquitoes were having a total celebration over the new, pale, apparently sweet legs that often fail me in these situations.
You came over to me, knelt down, and spent those few minutes while I shot swatting and smashing and desperately trying to protect my legs. Despite all efforts, I ended up swollen and itching to my core - it was bad.
You immediately grabbed all my stuff, packed me up and we drove off searching for a drug store. All the way in the back, you found the cream - that good stuff that actually works. You opened the box in the middle of the aisle and let me put it on right there - you know I never would have done that.
That is one of my favorite - itchiest - moments.