I'm not a sentimental woman. Having stated that, I must tell you that my husband is quite sentimental.
He remembers birthdays, anniversaries, Quidditch scores, all of our friends' birthdays and anniversaries as well as important dates during the recent war. He remembers the day we met and the day we first kissed.
He cannot help it; of course, he never did things that other children did. He was too busy becoming the youngest professional Quidditch Seeker. He has always been more the strong, silent, hero type doer than a talker.
That was why I was so surprised when he stood up to make the dedication speech at the Memorial a year after the Battle of Hogwarts. He reeled off the names of those who had died with no notes. He was listing the very few casualties that our side suffered; then he went on to list the followers of Voldemort. He finished his speech with a quote from Rudyard Kipling's Recessional.
'Lo, all our pomp of yesterday
Is one with Nineveh and Tyre!
Judge of the Nations, spare us yet,
Lest we forget--lest we forget!'
At some prearranged signal, Viktor, Severus, Alastor, Remus, Harry, and Arthur directed their wands at the pristine Memorial and carved those words into the face of the stone. The cheers were deafening. Viktor came and sat down again beside me.
"Well, are you not proud of me for making a speech? He teased.
"You know I am proud of you, Viktor. Everyone was impressed."
"You mean they thought it was a miracle I could string more than two words together at a time."
"My very own miracle."
This was from a meme that JunoMagic posted.