are you doing？” I asked。
I covered my mouth； trying to hide my morning breath。 He reached down and kissed my face。
“What I do every morning；” he said。
He leaves in the early hours of the morning while I sleep。 I miss our morning conversations； but I had not realized that he continued to tell me that he loved me even while I slept。 When he left； I rolled over and hugged my pillow。 I envisioned6 the picture of me lightly snoring with my mouth open and giggled。
What a man！ My husband understands my past。 He’s been beside me as I’ve grown from an unsure young girl to a confident woman； mother； speaker and author。
But I’m not sure that he understands the part he played in that transition。 The words I heard growing up pierced my soul； yet his words pierced7 even deeper。
This Anniversary Day I plan to wake early。 I wants to tell Richard how much I love him。 He may look in the mirror and see an extra pound or two； or wish for the day when his hair was dark and curly； but all I’ll see is the man who saw something in me when I couldn’t see it myself； and who leaves butterfly kisses； even after twenty…three years of marriage。
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爱如丝线（1）
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有时我怀疑；父母之间是否存在着真爱。他们每天都疲于奔命，为我和弟弟赚学费。我从没见他们像我在书中或电视中看到的那样浪漫。在他们看来，将“我爱你”这句话说出口都太奢侈，更别说在情人节互赠鲜花了。父亲脾气很糟，特别是经过了一天工作的劳累之后，糟糕的脾气更容易发作。
有一天，妈妈正在缝被子，我安静地坐在旁边看着她。
“妈妈，我有个问题想问你。”过了一会儿我说。
“什么问题啊？”她答道，而手里的活儿却没停下。
“你和爸爸之间有爱情吗？”我压低声音问道。
母亲停下手里的活儿，抬起头诧异地看着我，并未马