The Best love

    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 exuberantly.

    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： commitment， shared interests， unselfishness， physical attraction， communication. Yet there‘s more. We still have fun. Spontaneous 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 fiction， 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.

    There is forgiveness. When I‘m embarrasssingly 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 boisterous orange blossoms of the gladiolus 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 hamper 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 comfortable. 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.

    “If anything is real， the heart will make it plain.”

    「中文譯文」：

    我的一位朋友正在熱戀。她坦稱(chēng)天空比以前更藍(lán)了，莫扎特的音樂(lè)讓她落淚。她體重降了十五磅，看上去就像一個(gè)封面女郎。

    “我又年輕啦！”她激動(dòng)地大喊。

    當(dāng)我的朋友幸福地大談特談她的新歡時(shí)，我對(duì)我的舊愛(ài)細(xì)細(xì)審視了一遍。和我共度了將近二十年的丈夫斯科特體重增了十五磅。從前的馬拉松運(yùn)動(dòng)員，如今只能在醫(yī)院的大廳里跑來(lái)跑去的。他前額的頭發(fā)越來(lái)越少，從體型能看出他長(zhǎng)時(shí)間工作并且糖塊吃得太多。但他仍能隔著餐館的桌子，用眼神向我發(fā)出某種暗示，然后我會(huì)立即結(jié)賬，一起回家。

    當(dāng)朋友問(wèn)我“是什么讓我們的愛(ài)情持續(xù)”時(shí)，我的腦海里立刻浮現(xiàn)出所有那些顯而易見(jiàn)的答案：承諾、共同愛(ài)好、無(wú)私奉獻(xiàn)、身體吸引、溝通交，還有很多。我們?nèi)匀粨碛袠?lè)趣，那些隨意而來(lái)的美好時(shí)光。昨天，解開(kāi)捆報(bào)紙的橡皮筋后，斯科特開(kāi)玩笑地彈了我一下，隨即引發(fā)了一場(chǎng)全面的“戰(zhàn)爭(zhēng)”。上周六在雜貨店，我們分開(kāi)購(gòu)物，比賽誰(shuí)先買(mǎi)好東西到結(jié)賬處。甚至洗碗也能大鬧一下。我們只是享受簡(jiǎn)單的共處。

    另外還有驚喜。一天我回到家，看到前門(mén)上貼著一張便條，它把我引向另一張便條，然后是另一張，一直把我引到家里可進(jìn)入的壁櫥。我打開(kāi)壁櫥門(mén)，發(fā)現(xiàn)斯科特站在里面，一手拿著“金壺”（我的蒸煮鍋），一手拿著一包包裝精美的“寶物”。我有時(shí)也在鏡子上給他留便條，或把小禮物放在他的枕頭下。

    還有理解。我理解他為什么一定要和伙伴們打籃球。他也理解我為什么每年都要找個(gè)機(jī)會(huì)離開(kāi)家和孩子們（甚至他）幾天，同我的姐妹們沒(méi)完沒(méi)了地聊啊笑啊。

    還有分享。我們不但分享家務(wù)瑣事和為人父母的責(zé)任，還有思想交流。斯科特上月去開(kāi)會(huì)，回來(lái)后他送給我一本厚厚的歷史小說(shuō)。雖然他更喜歡恐怖及科幻小說(shuō)，他還是在飛機(jī)上將這本小說(shuō)讀完。當(dāng)他解釋說(shuō)是因?yàn)橄朐谖易x完后能與我交換心得時(shí)，我深受感動(dòng)。

    還有寬恕。當(dāng)我在聚會(huì)上讓人尷尬地喊叫瘋狂時(shí)，他原諒了我。當(dāng)他承認(rèn)在股市賠進(jìn)去我們的一些積蓄時(shí)，我擁抱著他說(shuō)：“沒(méi)關(guān)系，不過(guò)是些錢(qián)罷了。”

    還有敏感。上個(gè)星期當(dāng)他回來(lái)的時(shí)候，臉上的神情讓我感覺(jué)他這天過(guò)得很不好。他與孩子們玩了一會(huì)兒，之后我問(wèn)他發(fā)生了什么事。他給我講述了一個(gè)六十歲老太太的事情。這個(gè)老太太得了中風(fēng)�；貞浧鹄咸�太的丈夫站在她床邊、撫摸著她的手的情��，他情不自禁地流下了眼淚。他怎忍心告訴這個(gè)與她相伴四十年的丈夫他的妻子可能永遠(yuǎn)不會(huì)康復(fù)�。∥乙膊唤�落淚。因?yàn)槟俏焕咸�太不治的病��，因�(yàn)槿杂兴氖�年的夫��，因�(yàn)榻?jīng)過(guò)數(shù)年的病房工作，整天面對(duì)垂死的病人，我的丈夫仍會(huì)感動(dòng)，仍存憐憫。

    還有信仰。上周二，一個(gè)朋友到家里來(lái)，向我傾訴她的丈夫正在流失和癌癥斗爭(zhēng)的勇氣。周三，我和一個(gè)朋友一起午餐——她正煩惱著在離婚之后如何重新梳理自己的生活。周四，一個(gè)鄰居告訴我老年癡呆癥在她岳父身上有著多么可怕的影響。周五，一個(gè)兒時(shí)的朋友打長(zhǎng)途電話告訴我她的父親去世了。在我掛了電話之后，想：這個(gè)星期真是一個(gè)傷心的星期。哭過(guò)之后，我有事要出去一下。我注意到鮮艷奪目的橙色劍蘭正在我的窗外開(kāi)放著。我聽(tīng)到我的孩子和他們的朋友一起玩耍的嬉戲聲。我看到鄰居家正好在舉行著婚禮。新娘穿著綢緞和蕾絲的禮服，將花束拋向她歡呼的朋友。那晚，我告訴我的丈夫發(fā)生的這些事情。

    最后，還有相互了解。我知道斯科特會(huì)把衣服扔得到處都是，然后晚上又面對(duì)滿地的東西臉紅；約會(huì)時(shí)他總是遲到，還會(huì)把盒子里最后一塊巧克力吃掉。他也知道我總是喜歡在頭上放著枕頭睡覺(jué)；把我們鎖在屋外是我的家常便飯，還有我也會(huì)把盒子里最后一塊巧克力吃掉。

    我覺(jué)得我們的愛(ài)之所以能延續(xù)是因?yàn)樗�很溫��。�?dāng)然，我的天空并沒(méi)有變得更藍(lán)：它還是我熟悉的色彩。我們也不特別地感到年輕：我們經(jīng)歷得太多了。這讓我們成熟，帶來(lái)智慧，也在我們的身體上刻下印記，讓我們切身感受到痛苦，也創(chuàng)造了我們共同的回憶。

    但愿我們都知道是什么讓我們的愛(ài)保持下來(lái)的。在我還是新娘的時(shí)候，斯科特給我的結(jié)婚戒指上面刻著羅伯特？勃朗寧的名言：“讓我們一起變老吧！”我們一直遵循著這些指導(dǎo)。