Emily is quiet tonight, her eyes look so far away. Earlier we lay on the bed, she with her head on my shoulder, watching a not very good movie. When it was over and we sat up I noticed the shoulder of my shirt was damp, I'm pretty sure she was quietly crying. I asked her what was wrong and she brushed it off, "It's nothing Jim, it's just something about July Fourth...." I didn't want to pry, because I believe a lady is entitled to her secrets. And anyway, she's twenty-five, she's old enough to know what she wants.
We went out and sat in the garden, watching the prayer flags flap in the night breeze, watching the slow moving stars rising over the roof of the church next door. I lit a candle on the wrought iron table, and she curled up against me on the old oak and iron bench. I kissed her forehead, then her eyes, then the tip of her nose, which made her laugh, and that was just what I wanted. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, kissed me and said, "Thank you Jim, I needed that!" "You're welcome Em, think good thoughts of me and I'll do the same for you, and we'll both get to heaven that much faster!"
But I'm really enjoying the journey, the getting there, it's so much fun!
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