与奶奶共舞（2）（2/2）
《美丽英文》作者：方雪梅 2017-04-14 12:47
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In the picture, my grandmother was crying. And I didn’t think they were tears of joy. The nagging concern that had niggled at me the entire honeymoon finally solidified—I had never danced with my grandmother.
I kissed my wife on the cheek and drove to my grandmother’s tiny apartment a few miles away. I knocked on the door and saw that her new perm was still fresh and tight, but her tidy blue dress had been replaced with her usual faded house dress.
A feeble smile greeted me, weak arms wrapped around me and, naturally, Nonny wanted to know all about our honeymoon. Instead, all I could do was apologize.
“I’m sorry, I never danced with you, Nonny,” I said honestly, sitting next to her on the threadbare couch, “it was a very special day and that was the only thing missing for making it perfect.”
Nonny looked at me in the eye and said something I’ll never forget,“Nonsense, dear. You’ve danced enough with this old broad in her lifetime. Remember all those Saturday nights you spent here when you were a little boy？ I’d put the Lawrence Welk Show on and you’d dance on top of my fuzzy slippers and laugh the whole time. Why, I don’t know any other grandmother who has memories like that. I’m a lucky woman.
“And while you were being the perfect host and making all of your guests feel so special, I sat back and watched you and felt nothing but pride. That’s what a wedding is, honey. Something old, something new. Something borrowed, something blue.
“Well, this old woman, who was wearing blue, watched you dance with your beautiful new bride, and I knew I had to give you up, because I had you so many years to myself, but I could only borrow you until you found the woman of your dream—and now you have each other and I can rest easy in the knowledge that you’re happy.”
Both of our tears covered her couch that day.
That was the day Nonny taught me what it meant to be a grandson, as well as a husband.
And after my lesson, I asked Nonny for that wedding dancing.
Unlike me, she didn’t refuse…
In the picture, my grandmother was crying. And I didn’t think they were tears of joy. The nagging concern that had niggled at me the entire honeymoon finally solidified—I had never danced with my grandmother.
I kissed my wife on the cheek and drove to my grandmother’s tiny apartment a few miles away. I knocked on the door and saw that her new perm was still fresh and tight, but her tidy blue dress had been replaced with her usual faded house dress.
A feeble smile greeted me, weak arms wrapped around me and, naturally, Nonny wanted to know all about our honeymoon. Instead, all I could do was apologize.
“I’m sorry, I never danced with you, Nonny,” I said honestly, sitting next to her on the threadbare couch, “it was a very special day and that was the only thing missing for making it perfect.”
Nonny looked at me in the eye and said something I’ll never forget,“Nonsense, dear. You’ve danced enough with this old broad in her lifetime. Remember all those Saturday nights you spent here when you were a little boy？ I’d put the Lawrence Welk Show on and you’d dance on top of my fuzzy slippers and laugh the whole time. Why, I don’t know any other grandmother who has memories like that. I’m a lucky woman.
“And while you were being the perfect host and making all of your guests feel so special, I sat back and watched you and felt nothing but pride. That’s what a wedding is, honey. Something old, something new. Something borrowed, something blue.
“Well, this old woman, who was wearing blue, watched you dance with your beautiful new bride, and I knew I had to give you up, because I had you so many years to myself, but I could only borrow you until you found the woman of your dream—and now you have each other and I can rest easy in the knowledge that you’re happy.”
Both of our tears covered her couch that day.
That was the day Nonny taught me what it meant to be a grandson, as well as a husband.
And after my lesson, I asked Nonny for that wedding dancing.
Unlike me, she didn’t refuse…