I remember one thing I wanted to ask her. “What did Emilio say to you that made you get teary as we were getting into the car?”
She keeps smiling, though her eyes do get a little watery. “He said my parents would have been really proud of me today.”
I pull her over to lie against me and kiss her temple.
She jerks back suddenly. Then she pulls out her phone and shows me a picture. It’s my baseball cap.
“What is happening to my cap?”
“Terrible things will happen to that cap unless you make me happy for the rest of my life.”
“Done,” I say out loud.
“Done,” she repeats.
“Done,” I say again. And I grin and kiss her.
I’m not worried about the cap.