write us a few lines every month,” he said.
Months passed and the cards remained unused—that is until the day this letter arrived:
“Dear Jennifer,
Life is a series of stages.
As a child, I looked forward to bing a teenager—that happened.
As a teenager, I looked forward to bing a young man—that happened.
As a young man, I looked forward to meeting a young woman, falling in love and bing a married man—that happened.
As a married man, I looked forward to bing a father—that happened.
As a father, I looked forward to bing a grandfather to beautiful, intelligent grandchildren—that happened.
Then I looked forward to the day they would learn to write—that hasn’t happened yet.
Yours Sincenely”
她是我的妻子
一位客人转向他旁边的男士,想评论一下一位女士的歌喉,这位女士正在试图取悦客人们。
“多么糟糕的嗓音啊!你知不知道这位女士是谁?”
“知道。”他答道,“她是我的妻子。”
“哦,非常抱歉。当然,事实上我指的并非是她的嗓音,而是她所唱的内容。我想弄明白如此糟糕的歌词是谁写的?”
“我写的。”他回答说。
She’s My Wife
One of the guests turned to a man by his side to criticize the singing of the woman who was trying to entertain them.
“What a terrible voice! Do you know who she is?”
“Yes,” was the answer. “She’s my wife.”