Today is Margaret's birthday. My wife is the great miracle of my life and only those grading on a curve so generous that had Gladys Katrausky employed it in my 11th grade Pre-Calculus class I would have had a puncher's chance of passing it harbor any delusion about me actually being worthy of her. I do not.
To borrow a line from the great Brian Wilson, God only knows what I'd be without her. Neither he nor I is in any particular hurry to find out.
Happy Birthday and much love, Shmoop!
-AK
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