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The Best Kind of 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 exuberantly1．
As my friend raves2 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 receding3 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 flipped4 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 checkout5 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 parental7 burdens—we also share ideas． Scott came home from a convention last month and presented me with a thick historical novel． Though he prefers thrillers8 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 embarrassingly loud and crazy at parties， Scott forgives me． When he confessed losing some of our savings9 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 standing6 beside her bed， caressing10 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 courageous11 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 boisterous12 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 bouquet13 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 hamper14 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 hue15． We don't feel particularly young： we've experienced too much that has contributed to our growth and wisdom， taking its toll16 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 engraved17 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．
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| adv.兴高采烈地，活跃地，愉快地 | |
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| n.狂欢晚会( rave的名词复数 )v.胡言乱语( rave的第三人称单数 )；愤怒地说；咆哮；痴心地说 | |
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receding
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| v.逐渐远离( recede的现在分词 )；向后倾斜；自原处后退或避开别人的注视；尤指问题 | |
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flipped
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| 轻弹( flip的过去式和过去分词 )； 按（开关）； 快速翻转； 急挥 | |
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checkout
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| n.（超市等）收银台，付款处 | |
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parental
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| adj.父母的；父的；母的 | |
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thrillers
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| n.紧张刺激的故事( thriller的名词复数 )；戏剧；令人感到兴奋的事；（电影）惊悚片 | |
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savings
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caressing
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| 爱抚的，表现爱情的，亲切的 | |
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courageous
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| adj.勇敢的，有胆量的 | |
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boisterous
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| adj.喧闹的，欢闹的 | |
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bouquet
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hamper
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hue
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| n.过路(桥)费；损失，伤亡人数；v.敲(钟) | |
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engraved
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| v.在（硬物）上雕刻（字，画等）( engrave的过去式和过去分词 )；将某事物深深印在（记忆或头脑中） | |
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