“I am nothing special, of this I am sure. I am a common man with common thoughts and I’ve led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten, but I’ve loved another with all my heart and soul, and to me, this has always been enough..”

From The Notebook by Nicholas Sparks

Celebrating my Nineteenth Wedding Anniversary.

Honey, I’m nothing special, but I love you, and I know you love me, and that’s more than enough.

Wow, I’m getting quite personal here. Let me take a moment… Sigh.

A little disclaimer to very old friends who might find this choice of homage to my husband surprising, coming from me.

I used to disregard quotes as self-help anthems to say or write when we can’t come up with anything fresh on our own.

That was a couple of decades ago, maybe more. That was the arrogance of my youth speaking, and sheer ignorance.

Words are essential, and when someone puts them together in that perfect harmony that resonates with our deepest wishes – or touch that secret short come we try to hide and suddenly discover another soul shares in our pain – when someone writes something so right, that feels so real we see ourselves jealous of that nearly mystical knowledge, we must admire its author, and pass it on.

And that is the word of the day.