Emily is sitting cross legged on my bed with Skunk in her lap, she's wearing red jeans and sweatshirt, her boots are under the edge of the bed. She loves to wear red around Christmas, she says it makes her feel more Christmasy. And Skunk loves to sit in her lap, he has good taste!
Earlier we walked on the Promenade, the December night wind blowing her pony tail, my arm around her shoulder. We met a couple visiting from Paris, and I discovered that Emily speaks fluent French. I don't, but I could follow most of their conversation. I'm always learning new things about her, even after five years. I so totally love that about her!
When we came home, with some Baskin Robbins Double Chocolate Chip (I've never known anyone who likes ice cream as much as she does!), we watched Frosty The Snowman and Frosty Returns on tv. Can't believe Christmas Eve is two weeks from tomorrow night! We sat on the bed and ate from the same bowl with two spoons, but dang, she can eat twice as fast as I can! Guess when you're dead you can't get the brain freeze. She always gets more ice cream than I do!
But now she's starting to nod out, Skunk purring against her tummy while she breathes slow and deep. The hell with sex, I just want to hold her close to me tonight. We'll be together forever soon enough.
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