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Valentine¡¯s Day had arrived and like every other day of the year, I was very busy. My romantic husband, Roy, planned a date like we had never had before. A reservation at an expensive restaurant was made. A beautifully wrapped present had been sitting on my dresser for a few days prior to the heart-filled holiday. After a hard day at work, I hurried home, ran into the house and jumped into the shower. When my sweetheart arrived, I was dressed in my finest outfit and ready to go. He hugged me, just as the sitter arrived. We were both excited. Unfortunately, the littlest member in our household wasn¡¯t so happy. ¡°Daddy, you were going to take me to buy Mamma a present,¡± Becky, my eight-year-old daughter said, as she sadly walked over to the couch and sat down beside the babysitter. Roy looked at his watch and realized that if we were to make our reservations, we had to leave right away. He didn¡¯t even have a few minutes to take her to the corner drugstore, to buy a heart-shaped box of chocolate candy. ¡°I¡¯m sorry, I was late getting home, honey,¡± he said. ¡°That¡¯s ok,¡± Becky replied. ¡°I understand.¡± The entire evening was bittersweet. I couldn¡¯t help being concerned about the disappointment in Becky¡¯s eyes. I remembered how the joyful Valentine¡¯s Day glow had left her face, just before the door closed behind us. She wanted me to know how much she loved me. She didn¡¯t realize it, but I already knew it very well. Today, I can¡¯t remember what was wrapped in that beautiful box, which I swooned1 over for several days, but I¡¯ll never forget the special gift, which I received when we arrived, back home. Becky was asleep on the couch, clutching2 a box, which was sitting on her lap. When I kissed her cheek, she awoke. ¡°I¡¯ve got something for you, Mamma,¡± she said, as a giant smile covered her tiny face. The little box was wrapped in newspaper. As I tore the paper off and opened the box, I found the sweetest Valentine gift that I have ever received. After Roy and I left for our date, Becky got busy. She raided my fabric and cross-stitch box. She stitched the words ¡°I Love Ya¡± on a piece of red fabric, cut the fabric in the shape of a heart, stitched the two pieces together, adorned3 it with lace and stuffed it with cotton. It was a heart-shaped pillow, filled with love, which I¡¯ll cherish forever. My wonderful Valentine gift has a special place in my bedroom today, some thirteen years later. As she was growing up into a young woman, many times I held that pillow close to my heart. I don¡¯t know if a pillow can hold magic, but this pillow has surely held a great deal of joy for me over the years. It has helped me through several sleepless nights since she left home for college. I not only cherish the gift, but the memory, as well. I know that I am a very lucky mother, indeed, to have such a wonderful little girl, who wanted so desperately4 to share her heart with me. As long as I live, there will never be another Valentine¡¯s Day, which will be any more special to me. ÇéÈ˽ڵ½ÁË£¬ÏñÒ»ÄêÖÐµÄÆäËûÈκÎÒ»ÌìÒ»Ñù£¬ÎÒµÄÈÕ³ÌÒÀÈ»ÅŵÃÂúÂúµÄ¡£ ÎÒÄÇÀËÂþµÄÕÉ·òÂÞÒÁ²ß»®ÁËÒ»¸öÎÒÃÇ´ÓδÓйýµÄÔ¼»á¡£ËûÔÚÒ»¼Ò°º¹óµÄ²Í¹ÝÔ¤¶©ÁË×Àλ£»ÔÚ³äÂúºìÐĵÄÈÕ×Óµ½À´µÄǰ¼¸Ìì,Ëû»¹ÔÚÎÒµÄÊáױ̨ÉÏÁôÏÂÁËÒ»·Ý°üװƯÁÁµÄÀñÆ·¡£ Ò»Ìì½ôÕŵŤ×÷Ö®ºó£¬ÎҴҴҸϻؼң¬ÅܽøÎÝ£¬Ò»Í·Ôú½øÔ¡ÊÒ¡£µ±ÎÒÏÈÉúµ½¼Òʱ£¬ÎÒÒѾ´©ÉÏÎÒ×îÆ¯ÁÁµÄÒ·þ£¬×¼±¸³ö·¢ÁË¡£ËûÓµ±§ÎÒ£¬´Ëʱ°ïÎÒÃÇÕÕ¿´Ð¡º¢µÄÈËÒ²ÕýºÃµ½ÁË¡£ÎÒÃÇÁ©¶¼ºÜÐË·Ü¡£ Òź¶µÄÊÇ£¬ÎÒÃǼÒÀï×îСµÄ³ÉÔ±¿É²»ÄÇô¸ßÐË¡£ ¡°°Ö°Ö£¬Äã²»ÊÇÒª´øÎÒÈ¥¸øÂèÂèÂò¸öÀñÎïµÄÂ𣿡± ÎÒÄÇ£¸ËêµÄÅ®¶ù±´¼§Ò»±ß˵×Å£¬Ò»±ß±¯É˵Ø×ßÏòɳ·¢£¬×øÔÚÁËÄÇλÁÙʱÀ´ÕÕ¹ËËýµÄŮʿÅԱߡ£ ÂÞÒÁ¿´ÁËÒ»ÏÂÊÖ±í£¬Òâʶµ½Èç¹ûÎÒÃÇÏëÒª°´Ê±µ½´ïÎÒÃÇÔ¤¶©ÁË×ÀλµÄ²Í¹Ý£¬±ØÐëµÃÁ¢¼´¶¯Éí¡£ËûÁ¬´øÅ®¶ùÈ¥½Ö½ÇСµêÂòºÐ¼¦ÐÄÐκÐ×°ÇÉ¿ËÁ¦ÌǵÖÖÓʱ¼ä¶¼Ã»ÓÐÁË¡£ ¡°¶Ô²»Æð£¬±¦±´£¬½ñÌì»Ø¼ÒÍíÁË£¬¡±Ëû˵¡£ ¡°Ã»Ê£¬¡±±´¼§»Ø´ð£¬¡°ÎÒÃ÷°×¡£¡± Õû¸öÍíÉÏ¿ÉÒÔ˵ÊÇÓÖÌðÃÛ£¬ÓÖÓм¸·Ö¿àɬ¡£ÎÒ×ܽû²»×¡Ïëµ½±´¼§ÑÛÀïÁ÷¶³öµÄʧÍû¡£ÎÒÍü²»Á˾ÍÔÚÎÒÃǹØÉÏ·¿ÃÅʱ£¬±´¼§Á³ÉÏÄÇÒòÇéÈ˽ڶøÉ¢·¢³öµÄÐ˷ܵĹââһÏÂÏûʧÁË¡£ËýÏëÈÃÎÒÖªµÀËýÊǶàô°®ÎÒ¡£Ëý¿ÖÅÂûÓÐÒâʶµ½£¬µ«ÎÒ×Ô¼ºÌ«Çå³þ²»¹ýÁË¡£ ½ñÌ죬ÎÒÒѼDz»µÃÄǸöƯÁÁµÄºÐ×ÓÀï×°µÄÊÇʲôÀñÎïÁË£¬¾¡¹ÜÎÒΪËüÌÕ×íÁ˺ü¸Ì죬µ«ÊÇÎÒÓÀÔ¶²»»áÍü¼Çµ±ÍíÎÒÃǻص½¼ÒʱÊÕµ½µÄÁíÒ»·ÝÌØÊâµÄÀñÎï¡£ ±´¼§ÔÚɳ·¢ÉÏ˯×ÅÁË£¬µ«Ë«ÊÖ»¹½ô×¥×ÅÒ»¸ö·ÅÔÚÍÈÉϵĺÐ×Ó¡£µ±ÎÒÇ×ÎÇËýµÄÃæ¼Õʱ£¬ËýÐÑÁË¡£¡°ÂèÂ裬ÎÒÓÐÑù¶«Î÷¸øÄ㣬¡±Ëµ×Å£¬Ð¡Á³µ°ÉÏÕÀ·Å³ö²ÓÀõÄЦÈÝ¡£ СºÐ×ÓÊÇÓñ¨Ö½°ü¹üµÄ¡£µ±ÎҰѱ¨Ö½Ëº¿ª£¬´ò¿ªºÐ×Óʱ£¬ÎÒ¿´µ½ÁËÎÒÊÕµ½¹ýµÄ×îÌðÃÀµÄÇéÈ˽ÚÀñÎï¡£ ÔÚÂÞÒÁºÍÎÒÀ뿪¼ÒÈ¥Ô¼»áºó£¬±´¼§Ã¦ÁËÆðÀ´¡£ËýËÑÂÞÁËÎÒµÄ֯ƷºÍÊ®×ÖÐåºÐ×Ó£¬ÏÈÔÚÒ»¿éºì²¼ÉÏÐåÉÏ¡°ÎÒ°®Ä㡱Èý¸ö×Ö£¬°Ñ²¼Áϰ´ÕÕÐĵÄÐÎ×´¼ôÁËÏÂÀ´£¬È»ºó°Ñ¼ôϵÄÁ½¿é²¼·ìÔÚÒ»Æð£¬ÓÖ׺ÉÏһȦ»¨±ß£¬×îºóÍùÀïÃæÈûÈëÃÞ»¨¡£ÕâÊÇÒ»¸öÐÄ×´µÄÕíÍ·¡£ËýÏòÕâ¸öÕíÍ·Àï×¢ÈëÁ˶àÉÙ°®£¡ÎÒ½«ÓÀÔ¶Õä°®¡£ Èç½ñÔ¼£±£³Äê¹ýÈ¥ÁË£¬ÎÒÄÇÕä°®µÄÇéÈ˽ÚÀñÎïÒÀÈ»ÔÚÎÒµÄÎÔÊÒÀïÓÐ×ÅËüÌØÊâµÄλÖá£Å®¶ùÒѾ³¤´ó³ÉΪһ¸öÄêÇáµÄÅ®×Ó£¬ÕâÆÚ¼äÓжàÉÙ´ÎÎÒ½ô½ôµØ½«ÕâÕíÍ·ÌùÔÚÎÒµÄÐÄÎÑÉÏ¡£ÎÒ²»ÖªµÀÒ»¸öÕíÍ·ÄÜ·ñ²ØÓÐʲôħÁ¦£¬µ«ÎÒÄܿ϶¨£¬Õâô¶àÄêÀ´ÕâÕíͷΪÎÒ´øÀ´ÁË˵²»¾¡µÄϲÀÖ¡£Ëü°ïÖúÎÒÔÚÅ®¶ùÀ뿪ÎÒ½øÈë´óѧ֮ʱ¶È¹ýÁ˺ü¸¸ö²»ÃßÖ®Ò¹¡£ÎÒ²»½öÕä°®ÕâÀñÎҲÕä°®ÕâÃÀºÃµÄ¼ÇÒä¡£ ÎÒÖªµÀÎÒµÄÈ·ÊǸö·Ç³£ÐÒÔ˵ÄĸÇ×£¬ÓÐÕâôһ¸öÁîÈËÔÞ̾µÄСŮº¢£¬ËýÊÇÄÇô¿ÊÍûÓëÎÒ·ÖÏíËýÐÄÖжÔÎҵİ®£¡Ö»ÒªÎÒ»î×Å£¬¿ÖÅÂÔÙÒ²²»»áÓÐÁíÍâÒ»¸öÇéÈ˽ڶÔÎÒ¸üÎªÌØÊâµÄÁË¡£ |
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