My love language is food. I love to feed people. It can be going out to eat and spending time together – but it has to be a cool, new place that I know you’ll love or a special place for us. It can be me having you over and cooking – which will consist of 3 courses and a perfectly cleaned house. It can be me just bringing you a meal when you need it – but it’ll be some comfort food and dessert will definitely be involved. My husband is reading this and laughing out loud right now because he knows it’s so true even though we’ve never talked about it out loud before. The past year I’ve gone out of town without him 4 times . . . and every time I leave at least 10 meals in the freezer for him with a schedule of when to eat them and how to heat them up. He’s 31 he knows how to put food in the microwave, but I must show him that I love him. At least that’s what goes through my mind. Why am I telling you all of this today? I don’t know. I guess I just wanted you to know.
This outfit? I wore it to church last Sunday. I like it a lot. That about sums it up.
What’s your love language?