Love in any language.

The little things matter so much...wouldn't you agree? My hubbs and I took a little test when we got married on what our love language was...it was pretty accurate to a certain degree because the number one on my list was words of affirmation and the second was gifts. As we have been together for so long, my second love language changed...perhaps I am just no longer the person I once was. It has become quality time together-which let's face it with toddlers is hard to come by.

We've been talking lately about alot of things going on in our life...and some big changes that have taken place and changes that are in progress and I began remembering the day that we took those tests and began remembering his love languages. I started thinking about the fact that his were different from mine. I started thinking about all the things that I do for him and the things that I stress about and continually get angry that he doesn't notice or frustrated because of the fact that I become overwhelmed...but then I remember that we both have different love languages. We both see each other through different perspectives.

This made me question the way I was loving my own hubbs. Am I loving him the way that he needs to be loved, or am I loving him in my love language? I realized that I had fallen into the habit of sending him sweet notes or things of that nature--and while it is sweet--it is not how he feels respected and loved.

This week my hubbs sent me an email that said, "I love you so very much. This song is how I feel about you. Listen to it... Love, Boy" The song was by Michael W. Smith and is called You Belong to Me. I instantly began to cry. The song was beautiful, but it's what was behind the song for me. The fact that I knew my husband had been thinking about me when he was listening to it and that these words affirmed how he felt about me. It isn't that I didn't know it or needed to be told it...it's just that when you live each day, each crazy hectic day, in love with someone and you may not get to really have that opportunity to just be with them...those little things add up.

He loved me in my language. You see...I don't think you can just love someone in any language. I do believe you have to know their language. You need to know what reaches them.

Much love,
~K