love language.

The other day I was thinking about the book, The Five Love Languages. It's a very good book, if you haven't read it yet. I won't really tell you about it; just go buy it or borrow it from the local library. But anyways, my love language is "encouraging words." What I've noticed is that not very many people speak my love language; at least I don't know very many. I seriously would rather have you tell me how much you care about me rather than a gift for my birthday. Because not very many people I know speak my love language, I do not take compliments well. Mostly, I don't take them well because they mean more to me than I am willing to show. And by "encouraging words," I do not mean, "You look nice today," or "Good job!" I mean something genuine and heartfelt: "Have I ever told you that you are the only person I can trust? Thank you." I don't remember the last time someone stopped me and looked me in the eye and told me I was beautiful. I don't remember the last time someone told me just how much they appreciated me. I would die without words. And hey, I'll admit that I am a sap! I love what Edward says to Bella, "You are my life now." Do you know what I would do if my husband told me that?!?!? I'll spare you. :P But alas, my husband's love language is "acts of service" so he tells me he loves me by making me lunch on my first day of work, and by starting the car before I get out there and turning the seat warmers on so that I don't have to sit on cold leather when I get my buns out to the car. DON'T GET ME WRONG! I love him and I know he loves me. It's just that there are five love languages, and there is one that you speak the best, and you respond more readily to someone who speaks the same language as you.

That's my thought for the day. :)