When my husband and I celebrated our 38th edding anniversary at our favorite restaurant, Lenny, the piano player, asked, "Ho did you do it?"
当我和丈夫在我们最喜欢的饭馆庆祝结婚38周年纪念日时，那个弹钢琴的莱尼过来问道：“你们是怎么过过来的？”
I kne there as no simple anser, but as the eekend approached, I ondered if one reason might be our ritual of breakfast in bed every Saturday and Sunday.
我知道，对于这个问题无法简简单单地来回答。但随着周末一天天的临近，我开始在想：或许其中的一个原因就是我们每逢星期六和星期天都在床上吃早餐。
It all started ith the breakfast tray my mother gave us as a edding gift. It had a glass top and slatted ooden side pockets for the morning paper e kind you used to see in the movies. Mother loved her movies, and although she rarely had breakfast in bed, she held high hopes for her daughter. My adoring bridegroom took the message to heart.
一切都是从那个早餐托盘开始的，我妈把它作为结婚礼物送给我们。盘面是玻璃的，两边各有一个细长的木制侧袋用来放晨报——就像过去常常在电影中见到的那样。我妈很喜欢那些电影，尽管她自己很少在床上用早餐，却非常希望女儿能这样。深爱着我的新郎把我母亲的话牢记在心里。
Feeling guilty, I suggested e take turns. Despite grumblings -- "hate crumbs in my bed" ---Sunday morning found my spouse eagerly aaiting his tray. Soon these eekend breakfasts became such a part of our lives that I never even thought about them. I only kne e treasured this separate, blissful time read, relax, fet the things e should remember.
出于心里感觉有些愧疚，我提议由我们两个轮流准备早餐。星期天早上，虽然他嘴里嘟嘟囔囔地抱怨着——“我讨厌饭渣弄到床上。”——但我还是见到丈夫在急切地等候他的早餐。周末早餐不久就成为我们生活中的一部分，习以为常也就不去想它了。我只知道我俩都很珍视这段与其他时间有别的幸福时光——看看报、放松一下自己，忘记那些本该记在心里的事情。
