感悟父爱•感悟母爱

岁月在不经意间从身边划过，在每个匆忙的身影背后，父亲关爱的目光越来越远，母亲熟悉的话语渐渐淡忘，在你身心疲惫的时候，驻足下来，读一读书中的温情故事，你能感受到浓浓的亲情、深深的谢意、还有太多来不及说的话语……要知道并不是每个人都能及时听到父母安慰和鼓励的话，不是每个人都能时时有他们相伴……读到《感悟父爱 感悟母爱》时，让我们行动起来，不要让还未实现的报答成为遗憾。

第一卷 寻找父亲的捷径
父爱
A Father’s Love
新娘的父亲
Father of the Bride
一位父亲的道别
A Dad SaysGood-bye
父子伙伴情
A Boy and His Father Become Partners
无论发生什么事，我都会在你身旁
NO Matter What Happens
I’ll Alway sBe There For You!
谁是最爱你的人
Who Loves You the Best
昔为人子，今为人父
Once the Son Now the Father
折翼天使
Last Words
父亲的秘密
Father’s Secret
默默的父爱
Silent Father-love
最后的舞蹈……最后的机会……
Last Dance…Last Chance…
错过的祝福
Is Packing Important to You
向爸爸买一小时
To Buy An Hour From Father
爸爸的腌菜罐
The Pickle Jar
现在就做!
Do It Now!
与父亲共舞
A Dance with Dad
礼“薄”情“深”
A Father’s Gift from a Daughter
盲爸爸看我比赛足球
Blind Dad Watched Me Play Football
真爱爸爸
A Dad Who Truly Cares
泡汤
Rainout
父亲的影子
My Father’S Shadow
父亲节感怀
Father’s Day Sentimentality

第二卷 发现母亲的理由
母爱
Mother’s Love
爱的印记
Love’s Imprint
乡村溜冰场
The Rustic Rink
洁白的桅子花
Mystery of the White Gardenia
献给母爱
FortheLoveofMother
女儿上学了
Sending Kids Off to School
亲爱的妈妈
Dear Mom
我的独眼妈妈
A Mother with Only One Eve
母亲教给我的东西
Things My Mother Taught Me
爱能持续到永远
L0ve Can Last Forlever
爱你千遍
A Thousand Times
一个男孩的心愿
A BoywithaMission
母亲的表
Mother’s Watch
母女情结
Connection
告诉妈妈我爱她
TellMommyILoveHer
希望之“鸽”
Abigail’S Dove
我永不忘记的人
My Most Unforgettable Charater
宽松的黄色衬衫
The Baggy Yellow Shirt
亲情“项链”
The Necklace
双重悲伤
Double Sadness
执吾之手
Squeeze My Hand and I’ll Tell You that I Love You
一件连衣裙
The Dress
彩排
DFess Rehearsal

I watched her and her mother decorateI her college dormitory room. Everythingplace organized and arranged, just so. Attractively designed bulletin board withcarefully selected, and precisely cut, colored paper. Pictures and remembrances2throughout of her dearest friends. Drawers and boxes under the bed. Her room nicelyaccommodates not only her clothes, accessories and bric-a-brac, but her roommate'sas well. I closely monitor that which I would have, in the past, ignored, knowing thatthis time is different. As her half of the room takes on her essence. I begin to acceptthat her room at home is no longer hers. It is now ours. Our room for her when shevisits.
　　 I find myself thinking of when I held her in the cradle of my arm, in the chairalongside my wife's hospital bed. One day old. So small, so beautiful, so perfect, sototally relianta on her new, untested parents. All manner of thoughts went through mymind as I examined her every feature for what seemed to be an eternity4. Timemarches relentlesslys.
　　 She looks up now, catching me staring at her, causing her to say to her mother."Mom, Dad's looking at me funny."
　　 The last few days, I touch her arm, her face——any thing——knowing that when mywife and I return home, she will not be with us and there will be nothing to touch. Ihave so much to say, but no words with which to say it.