Thankful #13

In the book The Five Love Languages, the author Gary Chapman explains his theory that we each have a love language, a language by which we express and feel love.

They are
1. Quality Time
2. Words of Affirmation
3. Gifts
4. Acts of Service
5. Physical Touch

I find the whole thing very interesting and thought-provoking. Anyway, as you have likely guessed from some of my previous posts, my primary love language is Acts of Service. That makes me feel loved and that is how I often show my love. I do, however, have a secondary love language. It is a close second. It is gifts. That sounds like I am selfish, but I don't think that's what it means. At least I hope not. I love gifts (even something tiny and silly) because it means the giver had to think of me when he/she could not see me. That makes me feel good. It is not the actual gift, but knowing that someone thought of me that makes it special.

So, today, I am thankful for thoughtful gifts. I have taken a picture of a few I have received recently. The mug is from my sister. It was my birthday present. It says, "Are you a good witch..." on the other side, but I am showing it on this side because, as everyone knows, I am, in fact, a bad witch. Those little sockies are Sophie's first present. They are from Hillyerie and I can barely wait to stick them on those brand new tiny baby feet. How delicious are they? The third one - what? you didn't notice a third one? - is the floor. When we bought our house, the entire house had orange carpet except for the kitchen. It had green. Oh, no. I am not exaggerating. Well, the last floors to be replaced were the bathroom floors (yes, orange carpet there, too), which were not seeing any progress. Until a horrible thing happened. (Wicked snicker...) My wax (for waxing eyebrows and such) fell on the carpet. Oh darn. We had to pull the carpet up. However, we have just had the sub-floor for months (maybe a year? longer?). One day, my friend called me up and asked if she could come visit me. I said yes and a few minutes later, she was at my door with another friend and some vinyl tiles. They informed me that I was getting a new bathroom floor. She had been very sneaky finding out what kind of tiles I wanted and had ordered them. How precious is that? So, I am feeling grateful for thoughtful gifts (not just the ones I mentioned) and their most wonderful givers for speaking my love language and making me feel loved.