As a matter of fact he does.Anybody out there have any love language stories to share? (Originally posted on January 23, 2008)
Somewhere along the 7-year mark in our marriage, Chris and I read a book called The Five Love Languages. We quickly learned what our languages were and that we’d been trying to love each other only to find that we were speaking the wrong language. Can anyone hear what I’m sayin’? Let me explain. Occasionally, Chris would come home early from work. He’d come in, get his grubby clothes on and go outside and mow the yard. Sometimes he would even wash my car. Then, he’d come inside and say, “I mowed the yard for you and washed your car.”My thought? Big fat hairy deal. I couldn’t have cared less. However comma I made an attempt, a poor one at that, to thank him. I, on the other hand, would often ask him to sit down next to me on the sofa so we could talk and connect. Or maybe I would ask him to go to the grocery story with Noah and me. He’d always oblige but was far from thrilled at the offer. Chris was loving me the way he wanted to be loved. And I was loving him the way I wanted to be loved. He is an acts of service kind of guy, and I am a quality time girlie girl. Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding. That’s right! You’ve been loving each other incorrectly for over seven years. Tell ’em what they’ve won, Johnny. Needless to say, we both changed the way we did things. It actually became rather fun for us, too. I’d look for ways to love him by doing things for him. Right before he comes home from work, I’ll pick up around the house and light a candle. Simple tasks but they tell him, “My woman loves me.” And I love to put a smile on his handsome face. He is also amazing at spending quality time with me. He’ll often come home and say, “Why don’t we all go to the park together?” Sniff…tear…are you serious? You love me that much?