My grandparents were married for over half a century, and played their own special game from the time they had met each other. The goal of their game was to write the word "shmily（看我是多么爱你） " in a surprise place for the other to find. They took turns leaving "shmily" around the house, and as soon as one of them discovered it, it was their turn to hide it once more.

They dragged "shmily" with their fingers through the sugar and flour containers to await whoever was preparing the next meal. They smeared¹（涂抹，擦上） it in the dew（珠，滴） on the windows overlooking the patio²（露台，天井） where my grandma always fed us warm, homemade pudding with blue food coloring. "Shmily" was written in the steam left on the mirror after a hot shower, where it would reappear bath after bath.

At one point（一度，在某处） , my grandmother even unrolled an entire roll of toilet paper to leave "shmily" on the very last sheet.

There was no end to the places "shmily" would pop up. Little notes with "shmily" scribbled³（乱画） hurriedly were found on dashboards（仪表盘） and car seats, or taped to steering⁴ wheels（方向盘） . The notes were stuffed inside shoes and left under pillows.

"Shmily" was written in the dust upon the mantel（壁炉架） and traced in the ashes of the fireplace. This mysterious word was as much a part of my grandparents' house as the furniture.

It took me a long time before I was able to fully⁵ appreciate my grandparents' game. Skepticism has kept me from believing in true love — one that is pure and enduring. However, I never doubted my grandparents' relationship. It was more than their flirtatious⁶（轻浮的） little games; it was a way of life. Their relationship as based on a devotion and passionate⁷ affection which not everyone is lucky enough to experience.

Grandma and Grandpa held hands every chance they could. They stole kisses as they bumped into（无意中遇到） each other in their tiny kitchen. They finished each other's sentences and shared the daily crossword⁸ puzzle and word jumble⁹. My grandma whispered to me about how cute my grandpa was, how handsome and old he had grown to be. Before every meal they bowed their heads and gave thanks, marveling at their blessings¹⁰: a wonderful family, good fortune, and each other.

But there was a dark cloud in my grandparents' life: my grandmother had breast cancer. The disease had first appeared ten years earlier. As always, Grandpa was with her every step of the way. He comforted her in their yellow room, painted that way so that she could always be surrounded by sunshine, even when she was too sick to go outside.

Now the cancer was again attacking her body. With the help of a cane¹¹ and my grandfather's steady hand, they went to church every morning. But my grandmother grew steadily¹² weaker until, finally, she could not leave the house anymore. For a while, Grandpa would go to church alone, praying to God to watch over his wife.

Then one day, what we all dreaded¹³（可怕的） finally happened. Grandma was gone.

"Shmily." It was scrawled¹⁴ in yellow on the pink ribbons of my grandmother's funeral bouquet¹⁵（花束，酒香） . As the crowd thinned and the last mourners turned to leave, my aunts, uncles, cousins and other family members came forward and gathered around Grandma one last time. Grandpa stepped up to my grand-mother's casket and, taking a shaky breath, he began to sing to her. Through his tears and grief, the song came, a deep and throaty lullaby（摇篮曲，催眠曲） .

Shaking with my own sorrow, I will never forget that moment. For I knew that, although I couldn't begin to fathom¹⁶（看穿，彻底了解） the depth of their love, I had been privileged（给予特权，免除） to witness its unmatched beauty. SHMILY: See how much I love you.