Emily brought me a birthday cake tonight....well, actually two slices of cake from the deli in Gristede's, with chocolate ice cream on top. Hey, without ice cream she just wouldn't be Emily. It was really good!
We walked off the cake with a stroll on the Promenade while the sun went down in a multicolored coda for the day. The air was bright and steamy, the harbor was silver and blue. And my favorite tree in the world, at the foot of Remsen Street, cast a soft green shadow for us to hide in.
We walked up Montague Street as the stars came out and the air cooled down, Emily looking like the picture of Spring in a white denim mini and white tank top, a sprig of baby's breath plaited in her hair. And me looking like the luckiest damn fool on the planet, my arm around her shoulder, hers around my waist.
And now she's lying on the bed sleeping peacefully, wearing my Playing For Change t-shirt for a night gown. Skunk is curled up against her breasts, purring so loudly I can hear him here at my desk, five feet away. I'm gonna lie down and join them....If I have to live to be this old, this is the way to do it!
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