Good people are hardly recognized these days, it feels like the trend is to focus on the loud and brash. Loud people seem to bring energy with them and suck the air out of the room when they go, leaving everyone searching for a missing equilibrium. Good, dependable people aren’t generally the object of attention, they tend to come and go without causing others to wonder what happened. Their impact is subtle and often slow. The quiet determination that is indicative of their lives do leave traces, like the grooves left by the faithful in the stone stairs of the old cathedrals in Europe. No gouges or stones cracked by harsh impact, just the steady wearing away of the rough, leaving smoothness in its place. I know many a good person who should be recognized but probably never will receive the accolades they deserve, at least not here on earth. Those who spend their days calmly doing the best they can at what ever they put their hand to, leaving order and peace in their wake. They make the world a better place, they make you better for having known them.
My husband is a good man.
Happy Birthday, Darling.