So I say, "I'll run out and pick him up a little GIFT, something to help him feel the love." ('Cause that's what a person fluent in the love language of gifts does in this circumstance.)
Nope, not gonna work. My sweet little beanpole, pretty-as-a-picture friend says I need to speak his love languages...ACTS of SERVICE.
BooHiss. Acts of service are BIG TIME BLECH. Serious style-crampers. Acts of service require sacrifice, and, often, grime and DIRT. The likes of laundry and dishes and walking the stinky dog. Can't I hire someone to do this? Oh please oh please oh please?
By now my gentle, loving prayer partner is about to smack the living gift-of-WHINING out of me.
I listen. After all, there's a reason I chose to pray with her every week. She's just
I surf the internet for ideas ('cause I'm so tech savvy I don't even know how to open a book anymore) and find this great little COUPON BOOKLET made out of a deck of cards. I modify it some--because really, does a 46 year old man want little red and white polka-dotted ribbons hanging from something?--and voila, a way to speak his love language.
Now I know you want to know if I really came through. Did I really write things on there that will speak to his heart? Yes. Through gritted teeth and with reluctant hands, I wrote out 52 WEEKLY GIFTS, meaning for an entire week I'll do such things as...
- Walk the dog (I hate, hate, hate walking and that mutt drives me nuts!)
- Wash the dishes (I will miss waking up to an empty sink every morning)
- Clean out and wash his car (How can I be serious?!)
- Scratch his back (which is worse than a hundred fingernails on a chalkboard, but his favorite thing in the world)
- Oh, and you'll love this one: it says JUST KEEP MY MOUTH SHUT. (I have it on authority that your husband would love that coupon as well.)
In a few weeks, I can tell you about the rest of our Valentine's Day celebrations. But a few things have to make it through the kiln first. Literally. (hint hint)