两个人的早餐.docx

两个人的早餐
两个人的早餐
两个人的早餐
两个人的早餐
When my husband and I celebrated our 38th wedding anniversary at our favguilty, 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.
出于内心感觉有些内疚，我建议由我们两个轮番准备早餐。礼拜天清晨，固然他
嘴里嘟嘟囔囔地诉苦着 ——“我厌烦饭渣弄到床上。 ”——但我仍是见到丈夫在急迫地
等待他的早餐。周末早餐不久就成为我们生活中的一部分，屡见不鲜也就不去想它了。
我只知道我俩都很珍爱这段与其余时间有其余幸福光阴 —— 看看报、放松一下自己，
忘掉那些本该记在内心的事情。
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.
细想逝去的光阴，我回想起我们周末生活的诸多变化，但这个老习惯却仍旧保存
下来。我们成立起了这个家庭（初为父亲母亲时，早餐后的时间我们多数是睡一会儿，而
不是阅读），可是我们总可以找到归路，返回起点 —— 不过两个人的早餐，礼拜六一
次，礼拜天一次。
When we had more time, my tray became more festive. First it was fruit slices placed in geometric pattern; then came flowers from our garden metimes just one blossom sprouting from a grapefruit half. This arranger of mine had developed a flair for decorating, using everything from amaryl