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我们都理解对方。我理解他为什么一定要和老朋友们出去打篮球，而他也理解我为什么每年都要离开他和孩子，去与姐妹们聚会，连续几天无休止地聊天说笑。
我们同甘共苦。不仅分担忧愁的家事和身为父母的责任，也分享各自的见解。上个月，斯科特参加了一个会议，给我带回一本很厚的历史小说。虽然他比较喜欢惊悚和科幻类小说，但他还是在飞机上把它读完了。他说是为了在我读完后，能和我交流见解。听了这番话，我感动不已。
我们彼此宽容。当我在派对上不顾一切，疯狂地喧闹时，斯科特原谅了我；而当他用我们的一点积蓄炒股炒赔了，向我坦白时，我抱紧他，安慰道：“没关系，钱乃身外之物。”
我们心有灵犀。上周，他回到家，一进门我便从他的神情中看出他心情不好。他逗孩子们玩了一会儿后，我便问他怎么了。他告诉我，一个60岁的老太太中风了。想到病人的丈夫会站在床边爱抚她的手时，他哭了。他实在不忍心告诉病人的丈夫，与他共度了40年的妻子可能永远不能康复！我的眼泪也流了下来，为那可恶的病魔，为这世间维系了40年的婚姻，也为丈夫这么多年来在医院目睹了无数垂死的病人后还能有如此的感动和怜悯！
我们都有坚定的信念。上周四，一个朋友到我家来，向我诉说了她的忧虑，她担心丈夫会逐渐丧失与癌症抗争的勇气和信心。周三，我和一个朋友吃午饭，她正努力使离婚后混乱的生活步入正轨。周四，一个邻居打电话告诉我，她公公得了可怕的老年痴呆症。周五，我一个儿时的玩伴打来长途电话告诉我，他父亲去世了。我放下电话，心里想着一周内竟连续发生这么多令人揪心的悲剧。泪水模糊了我的双眼。我走出家门想做点什么，发现窗外橙色的剑兰花竟然开了，儿子和他的伙伴们玩耍的欢声笑语传到耳边，邻居正在举办婚宴，新娘子穿着缎面有花边修饰的婚纱，把花束抛向欢呼雀跃的朋友。那一夜，我把这一切都讲给丈夫听，人生轮回，悲欢离合总会伴随我们。我们将这样相濡以沫地生活下去。
天底下最真挚的爱情（2）
最后一个原因，我们互相了解。我知道斯科特每晚都会把换洗的衣服扔向洗衣篓，却总也扔不进去；我知道大多数约会他都会迟到，因而会被罚吃剩下的最后一块巧克力。他知道我睡觉时喜欢用枕头把头蒙起来；我时常忘带钥匙，进不了家门，因此我也会自觉地吃掉最后一块巧克力。
我猜想，或许是舒适的感觉让我们的爱延续至今。今天的天空和昨天的一样，并没有变得更蓝，它仍是我们熟悉的颜色；我们也不再有年轻的感觉；我们经历的太多了，而正是这些经历让我们成长，让我们更理性，让我们不断增值，构成了我们的回忆。
我希望我们已经得到了使爱情延续的秘诀。结婚时，斯科特在我的戒指上刻上了罗伯特？布朗宁的诗词：“陪我到老吧！”我们始终恪守着这一誓言。
The Best Kind of Love
Anonymous
I have a friend who is falling in love。 She honestly claims the sky is bluer。 Mozart moves her to tears。 She has lost 15 pounds and looks like a cover girl。
“I’m young again！” she shouts exuberantly1。
As my friend raves on about her new love； I’ve taken a good look at my old one。 My husband of almost 20 years； Scott； has gained 15 pounds。 Once a marathon runner； he now runs only down hospital halls。 His hairline is receding and his body shows the signs of long working hours and too many candy bars。 Yet he can still give me a certain look across a restaurant table and I want to ask for the check and head home。
When my friend asked me， “What will make this love last？” I ran through all the obvious reasons： mitment； shared interests； unselfishness； physical attraction； munication。 Yet there’s more。 We still have fun。 Spontaneous2 good times。 Yesterday； after slipping the rubber band off the rolled up newspaper； Scott flipped it playfully at me： this led to an all…out war。 Last Saturday at the grocery； we split the list and raced each other to see who could make it to the checkout first。 Even washing dishes can be a blast。 We enjoy simply being together。
And there are surprises。 One time I came home to find a note on the front door that led me to another note； then another； until I reached the walk…in closet。 I opened the door to find Scott holding a “pot of gold” （my cooking kettle） and the “treasure” of a gift package。 Sometimes I leave him notes on the mirror and little presents under his pillow。
There is understanding。 I understand why he must play basketball with the guys。 And he understands why； once a year； I must get away from the house； the kids—and even him—to meet my sisters for a few days of nonstop talking and laughing。
There is sharing。 Not only do we share household worries and parental burdens—we also share ideas。 Scott came home from a convention last month and presented me with a thick historical novel。 Though he prefers thrillers and science fiction3； he had read the novel on the plane。 He touched my heart when he explained it was because he wanted to be able to exchange ideas about the book after I’d read it。
天底下最真挚的爱情（3）
There is forgiveness。 When I’m embarrassingly loud and crazy at parties； Scott forgives me。 When he confessed losing some of our savings in the stock market； I gave him a hug and said； “It’s okay。 It’s only money。”
There is sensitivity。 Last week he walked through the door with that look that tells me it’s been a tough day。 After he spent some time with the kids； I asked him what happened。 He told me about a 60…year…old woman who’d had a stroke。 He wept as he recalled the woman’s husband standing beside her bed； caressing her hand。 How was he going to tell this husband of 40 years that his wife would probably never recover？ I shed a few tears myself。 Because of the medical crisis。 Because there were still people who have been married 40 years。 Because my husband is still moved and concerned after years of hospital rooms and dying patients。
There is faith。 Last Tuesday a friend came over and confessed her fear that her husband is losing his courageous battle with cancer。 On Wednesday I went to lunch with a friend who is struggling to reshape her life after divorce。 On Thursday a neighbor called to talk about the frightening effects of Alzheimer’s disease on her father…in…law’s personality。 On Friday a childhood friend called long…distance to tell me her father had died。 I hung up the phone and thought： this is too much heartache for one week。 Through my tears； as I went out to run some errands； I noticed the boisterous4 orange blossoms of the gladiolus5 outside my window。 I heard the delighted laughter of my son and his friend as they played。 I caught sight of a wedding party emerging from a neighbor’s house。 The bride； dressed in satin and lace； tossed her bouquet to her cheering friends。 That night； I told my husband about these events。 We helped each other acknowledge the cycles of life and that the joys counter the sorrows。 It was enough to keep us going。
Finally； there is knowing。 I know Scott will throw his laundry just shy of the hamper6 every night； he’ll be late to most appointments and eat the last chocolate in the box。 He knows that I sleep with a pillow over my head； I’ll lock us out of the house at a regular basis； and I will also eat the last chocolate。
I guess our love lasts because it is fortable。 No； the sky is not bluer： it’s just a familiar hue。 We don’t feel particularly young： we’ve experienced too much that has contributed to our growth and wisdom； taking its toll on our bodies； and created our memories。
I hope we’ve got what it takes to make our love last。 As a bride； I had Scott’s wedding band engraved with Robert Browning’s line “Grow old along with me！” We’re following those instructions。
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干不完的家务活（1）
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11月，一个雨天的早上，我已经对周围的一切感到极度厌烦，如果不马上离开家的话，我会对丈夫艾？克发火的。
“我送你去上班吧。”艾？克说。我猛地穿上夹克，抓起包和教案说：“我已经在这条路上开了很多年了，现在也可以。”
“我说过要送你去上班。”他说着，伸手去够他的靴子。
我看着桌上成堆的报纸和脏盘子，说道：“你闲着没事吗？我能照顾我自己。”说完就仰起头走了，连一个吻和再见都没有。
“唐娜，不要抄近道啊！”他在我身后喊道。
春天时，心脏病迫使丈夫离开了工作岗位。在一所中学教高中的我从教已有22年了，而艾？克则待在家里做家务。
新的生活安排简直是场天灾。每天没完没了地开会和上课使我筋疲力尽，我只想回家吃顿热乎乎的家常饭、睡个舒适觉。
然而，桌上摆的总是用微波炉热好的速食品。
一天晚上，我惊奇地发现艾？克把洁白的床单染成了粗布般的蓝色。
“我发现怎样省水、肥皂和电了。”艾？克成功地宣布，“就是把所有的东西放在一起洗。”
在接下来的几个月里，不知道为什么，他做的饭越来越难吃了。我很想说，至少我做的饭还能营养均衡呢！但我想起有一次做甜菜，他称赞我做的好，后来才发现，他最讨厌吃甜菜了，于是就没有说他什么。
之后，有些事更糟糕。这个雨天的早上，我发现一件染成蓝色的裙子被塞在抽屉里时，我咬着牙，我受不了啦！
上帝啊，在照顾人的基本常识方面，你就不能帮帮他吗？我气冲冲地出了门。
我没有理睬艾？克的劝告，十分钟后，在这个坏天气里，我抄了近道。
不料，拐弯时，污水一下子涌进了我要穿过的小道。我想水应该不会很深。但没走多远，车子就抛锚了。大概20分钟过去了，车子开始摇晃，污水也开始湍急起来。上帝，救救我啊！
突然，三声长长的鸣笛声打断了我的祈祷。我扭头一看，是艾？克！
“唐娜！我扔给你一条绳子，”他喊着，“抓住它，向我这边走。”
我打开车门，抓住绳子。在激流的水中，我滑倒了。“我过不去！”我喊道，并使劲拽着绳子。
“能，你能的。”他的声音很平静。
如果那不是艾？克，而是其他任何一个人，我想我是不会成功的。但我信任我的丈夫。我完全按他的指挥做，最终扑到他的怀里。“谢谢，”我说，然后靠在他的胸膛哭了，“我很抱歉，刚才跟你发脾气，那是……”
“嘘……”艾？克低声说，“现在好了，你没事就好。”
上帝提醒了我，艾？克完全懂得怎样照顾人。