When I was a teenager, in the eyes of love and marriage is that full of a quality suggestive of poetry or painting idyllic. Home economics class, the teacher let us design the perfect wedding and wedding reception, including wedding finally throwing rice, the bride and groom riding away in limousine, just like in the movie as handsome and beautiful girl, and they live happily ever after. But the reality is not so.
After graduating from high school, I went to university, to become a nurse. I forgot about the marriage, forget about it, because I will heal the wounded and rescue the dying, travel. But two years later I met my Right. He was from a small town in Idaho: I don't know if I will marry a what kind of men in the past, but there is no doubt about it: he would not be a farmer or dairy farm workers. But eventually the two I have broken, I want the people marry not only cultivated land also raise a lot of dairy cows.We got married in the snow of winter. At that time the only pastime is listening to the radio or watch sports competitions. Her husband is a sports fan, was the boxing champion, participated in many sports activities. I was a lover of the arts, speech, drama and dance is my best love. But this kind of art activities in the nearest town is forty miles away, while highways throughout the winter are often closed.When married only 7 months. I have been suffering from cancer of the critically ill mother. Although there are 75 cows and 1400 acres to care for, but her husband read the telegram, he said to me: "dear, I went to book a ticket for you, your bags are packed. You should stay with your parents." After I left, a letter every week will receive the husband, in the letter he would tell me the situation of farm, and care and asking if we did. Her husband seldom showed her newlywed wife missing. Teenage dream letters should be the kind of talk that remain unbroken love and lovesickness bitter, but his letters were simple words tell the reality of life. Four months later, my mother died of a funeral, father and brother a finished later, I went back to Idaho, I know that her husband will come to meet me at the airport.After meeting his moment of joy and warmth, his eyes showing is a perfect love letter of incomparable. Driving to the way home, I talked incessantly, he quietly listened, do not interrupt me. And so I said tired, when he finally had a chance to respond, he asked me to open the glove compartment of the car, took out an envelope with my name. "I want to give you something special, let you know how much I miss you." He said quietly.I opened the envelope, inside the area, we found this quarter of all art event tickets, each ticket is double. I was shocked, because we have not reached that level of income. "I don't believe this," I cried, "you don doesn't like these." He stretched out his arms, embraced me, gently said: "yes, but you love, and I can slowly learn to love."At that moment I realized that love and marriage is not 100＋100, nor the 100 than 100; real love sometimes is 100 more than 0. Love means to each other in the first place. Her husband with the practical action to young me a great lesson, the lesson to us as long as 51 years of marriage.