Sifting through the years, I recalled how our weekends changed,but that we still preserved the ritual. We started our family (as new parents, we slept after breakfast more than we read), but we always found our way back to where we started, just two for breakfast, one on Saturday and one on Sunday.
　細想逝去的歲月，我回憶起我們周末生活的諸多變化，但這個老習慣卻依舊保留下來。我們建立起了這個家庭（初為父母時，早飯后的時間我們多半是睡一會兒，而不是閱讀），但是我們總能夠找到歸路，返回起點——只是兩個人的早餐，星期六一次，星期天一次。

When we had more time, my tray became more festive. First it was fruit slices placed in geometric pattern; then came flowers from our garden metimes just one blossom sprouting from a grapefruit half. This arranger of mine had developed a flair for decorating, using everything from amaryllis to the buds of a maple tree. My husband said my cooking inspired him. Mother would have approved. Perhaps it was the Saturday when the big strawberry wore a daisy hat that I began to think, how can I top this? One dark winter night I woke with a vision of a snowman on a tray. That Sunday I scooped a handful of snow and in no time had my man made. With a flourish I put a miniature pinecone on his head.
　當我們有了更多的時間，我的早餐托盤上就變得更加具有喜慶色彩。開始時是以幾何圖形排列的水果片，隨后便是從自家花園里摘來的鮮花——有時候只是一朵，開在一半的葡萄柚當中。沒想到這竟激發出我在裝飾、點綴方面的天賦，各種各樣的東西，從孤挺花到楓樹的葉芽，都成為我手下的裝飾材料。丈夫說我做的早餐啟發了他，媽媽也會贊同他的說法?；蛟S是在那個星期六，在一個大草莓上放一個雛菊做帽子之后，我開始在想：我怎么才能夠超過它？在一個漆黑的冬夜，我從夢中醒來，眼前仿佛看到有一個雪人站在托盤上。就在那個星期天，我鏟來了一捧雪，很快就做好了一個雪人。我輕輕地把一個微型松果按在雪人的頭上。

As I delivered the tray, complete with a nicely frozen snowman, I waited for a reaction. There was none but as I headed down the stairs I heard a whoop of laughter and then, "You've won! Yes, sir, you've won the prize!"
　 我端著早餐上樓，盤面上放著那個凍結實的小雪人，我期待著他的反應——什么也沒有——但就在我下樓時，我聽到他放聲大笑起來，緊接著，他說道：“你贏了！毫無疑問，你得獎了！”