40

Today is our 40th wedding anniversary.  I'm filled with gratitude for having had the opportunity to share so much of my life with Deborah.  The undeserved happiness it's given me, which a religious person might say was akin to the workings of divine grace, needed some spectacularly good fortune and some very amply rewarded work.  First, we had to meet, and at the right time.  We had to be willing and able to put up with each other's idiosyncrasies.  We had to make compromises, and changes, and commitments.  On a foundation of mutual respect and admiration, we built a mansion of many rooms, all filled with treasured memories.  No hurricane or earthquake in the form of a health or other personal tragedy has interrupted this construction project, and no such disaster could truly destroy what we had together.  Our greatest joys are our daughters, who (hey, kids, back me up here) have seen what Deborah and I mean to each other.  And every day occasions new revelations of how wonderful my dear wife is, so we're still making additions to that mansion.  (Next year, a glass house?)  Thank you, darling.  May we have many more anniversaries, and may they all be as joyous as this one.