Of all the blessings in life, there is one that stands out clearly above all others: the love of my sweet and beautiful bride, Rebecca.

Those who know us, and those who have read these pages before, might suspect that being married to Meshach's best friend is no picnic, and this is indeed true. We do not lead a normal life, we twist and turn and make strange decisions. We are, in a word: nuts.

And because we see the world and life differently than most other people, we live differently, and in so doing we drag this sweet and gentle girl along with us. It is not easy for her.

We share these thoughts with you because we wish to say these things publicly to her, for much of what we do is publicly known, and in being known, our life is known.

What is not so easily seen is that without her, life would have no meaning, and that all we do in life, and all that we attempt to do, is intended to make us worthy of the pure and perfect love she gives without thought or reservation, or thought for her own needs or well-being.

That, dear friends, is love. It is a love we can never truly deserve, but one we will always strive to earn and to never, ever lose. It is not, as the thrice-married author Mr. Segal suggests, never having to say you're sorry. It is the acceptance of who we are, and what we are, especially when it is most difficult for us to accept.

I love you, Becky.