The title pretty much sums it up - my life is far from elegant and most of the things I do are absolutely not premeditated. This is my awkward random life as a mom, wife, daughter, friend, niece, aunt, sister, and everyday philanthropist. Mostly unfiltered - so read at your own risk.
I love presents. Some of you are probably thinking, “Duh!
Who doesn’t love presents?” But I’ve discovered that there actually are people
who don’t enjoy presents that much. Or
they do like gifts, but they’d rather have something else from someone – like physical
touch or quality time or words of affirmation or acts of service.
Gorgeous roses I got last weekend.
I don’t only love receiving presents. I really like to give
them. I enjoy coming across something and thinking, “Oh, Sass would love these
tights!” and getting them for her. Or reading that a friend has been dying to
read a certain book, so I’ll buy it and have it sent to them. I’ve left gift
cards on people’s vehicles to thank them for no longer parking next to me.
Pretty roses with a vase AND an owl.
This is my primary love language. I found this out by taking
the quiz at The 5 Love Languages site. My primary love language is receiving gifts and
my next highest is words of affirmation. The best presents are the ones that obviously took some thought or that show the person has paid attention to what you said. Like the Pitch Perfect blu-ray left on my windshield yesterday! Words are so incredibly important to
me. But not just like, “You’re hot” or “I like you” or “Good job”. It’s about
the details – the specifics. “I love the way your eyes sparkle when you laugh”
or “I love that you are always looking for ways to help the people around you”.
Those are the words that will get me giddy. Of course there are also the words
that will chip away at my spirit, but I wrote about those words in another
I love books and owls. So, owl bookends?!
I’ve received several gifts over the last few months. I
truly appreciate and adore these gifts. Some continue to make me smile on a
daily basis. The interesting thing is, though, that when deciding to become
exclusive with someone I chose the one who hasn’t spoken to me in my primary
love language. We’ve been speaking more quality time and physical touch, which
are my two lowest ranking love languages. Maybe I’m changing. Maybe it’s just
all still new.
Personalized and delivered!
He does feed me and bring me coffee: high on my list of things that
make me happy. And he says things like “You drive me crazy. I want to spend
every second of every day with you. You make me happier than I’ve been in a
long time. It was so hard for me to say goodnight” and “I love that we get
along so well. You make me very happy and when I’m with you I feel complete. I
don’t want to share you with anyone else.” (Yah, that started the exclusive
discussion.) Now I need to learn his love language. And we’ll see where it goes
What’s YOUR love language? Someone can't understand why you don't feel loved or appreciated by them? They aren't speaking your love language. You can't understand why your spouse doesn't feel it? Maybe you're speaking to them in your language instead of theirs!