If I started naming my blessings at midnight and continued without break for all 24 hours of this special day I could only give the flimsiest outline of the things for which I am thankful. I am a very fortunate man. But there is no question of where the list would begin: my dearest, truest friend who knows my faults in embarrassing detail, who has seen me at my most petty and petulant, who has held me in my deepest dispair, has gloried with me in my wildest happiness, who has shared my life for better and worse since August 8, 1971, Sheila Matthews Shaw.
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