Feeling guilty, I suggested we take turns. Despite grumblings -- "hate crumbs in my bed" ---Sunday morning found my spouse eagerly awaiting his tray. Soon these weekend breakfasts became such a part of our lives that I never even thought about them. I only knew we treasured this separate, blissful time read, relax, forget the things we 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。
Sifting through the years, I recalled how our weekends changed,but that we still preserved the ritual. We started our family (as new parents, we slept after breakfast more than we read), but we always found our way back to where we started, just two for breakfast, one on Saturday and one on Sunday.
细想逝去的岁月,我回忆起我们周末生活的诸多变化,但这个老习惯却依旧保留下来。我们建立起了这个家庭(初为父母时,早饭后的时间我们多半是睡一会儿,而不是阅读),但是我们总能够找到归路,返回起点——只是两个人的早餐,星期六一次,星期天一次。
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