ached 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 parental burdens—we also share ideas。 Scott came home from a convention last month and presented me with a thick historical novel。 Though he prefers thrillers and science fiction3； 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。
天底下最真挚的爱情（3）
There is forgiveness。 When I’m embarrassingly loud and crazy at parties； Scott forgives me。 When he confessed losing some of our savings 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 standing beside her bed； caressing her hand。 How was he going to tell this husband of 40 years th