No chocolate covered candy hearts to give away
No first of spring
No song to sing
In fact here's just another ordinary day
I've always been a romantic at heart, but I can never get into Valentine's day. Flowers wilt, cards get put in boxes and forgotten, and chocolate? My hips get plenty already, thankyouverymuch.
Hubby and I know how much we love each other, we're secure with that. (Besides, he knows how Italian I'll get if he even thinks about looking at another woman. Just kidding. Kind of.)
But it's not always easy to avoid the pressures of a society that says, "You MUST do something for Valentine's! Who cares if you shower each other with love all the other three hundred and sixty-four days of the year, this is HEART DAY!" What's a practical, pragmatic, down-to-earth woman to do? Well, it depends on the love language.
Some people's love language is found in acts of service. (You've been working so hard building the pigpen, honey...here, let me take care of cleaning out the chicken coop for you.) Still others melt over words of affirmation. (Yes, dear, I really do like the way you look with a beard...it's so rugged and masculine!) Or even just a simple bit of quality time. (No, honey, I don't need to work on my blog tonight, I'd much rather curl up on the couch and watch your favorite Civil War documentary with you.)
So, what is my husband's love language?