The pastor’s sermon that day outlined The 5 Languages of Love by psychologist Gary Chapman. On the way home from church I asked my then eight-year-old daughter which love language spoke most to her. Without hesitation she replied “Acts of Service” and “Quality Time”. I commented that I tend to mostly give Words of Affirmation and Physical Touch because those are the languages that I speak most naturally, but I wanted to remember to speak the languages that best float her boat.
An hour later she was up a tree at the opposite end of our courtyard. I walked over and asked her if she was ready for lunch. She started to climb down but I stopped her and said, “Stay there, I’ll bring it to you.” She jumped down anyway to give me a hug saying, “You remembered, mom, Acts of Service,” and then she scrambled back to her perch. As I was walking away she called, “Thanks, mom!” Then she yelled, “Mom, that was a Word of Affirmation, you know, saying thanks.” I took a few more steps and she called out again, “And, mom, that hug was Physical Touch.”
I came back a few minutes later with a picnic basket. Her face lit up as she chirped, “You made a whole picnic! I thought you were just going to bring me a sandwich!” She pulled out her lunch and then asked, “What’s this?” I told her I was going to join her. She patted a branch, smiled and said, “Have a seat.” After a few bites she asked, “Mom, do you realize that this is Quality Time?”
Later I remembered an assignment she had when she was in kindergarten. She was to complete the sentence “My mom loves me because…” She had written “because she makes crazy bread with cream cheese for me and plays Hands Down with me.” I commented that Acts of Service and Quality Time were her love languages even back then.
For the rest of that afternoon and evening she gave me a big smile whenever she saw me. Right before bed she had a big grin on her face. I discovered why when I went in to brush my teeth. On the bathroom mirror was a large soap heart with “Love Ya” written in it. Life doesn’t get any better than that.
An hour ago I was outside checking on my garlic, which, I am thrilled to report, is growing taller by the day. The hub came out and exclaimed, “It sure is a beautiful day!” Being fluent in his love language, I immediately translated it to, “Mind if I go fishing?”
So when I said, “Why don’t you go fishing?” His face lit up.
He’s been working hard every weekend remodeling our second level. He’s painted walls and ceilings, replaced moldings, installed hardwoods floors throughout, put shelves in my closet, etc. His goal today was to get his office and our bedroom put back together. So he will no longer have to sleep on the family room sofa and I will no longer have to sleep on the living room sofa. The spare room can wait. He spent all morning moving our desks back into the office, setting the computer back up, etc.
“We can finish the rooms tomorrow after church,” I said. “It is supposed to rain tomorrow and the temperature is going to drop back into the 50’s for several days. Go enjoy sunny and 70 while it lasts. But first you have to have lunch.”
While he brought his fishing gear up from the basement for the first time since October, I threw fresh basil leaves, walnuts, a few sun-dried tomatoes and a two cloves of garlic into the oskar and gave them a whirl. Then I added some parm, basil olive oil, salt and pepper and blended it to bits, which I tossed with the leftover gemelli I had in the fridge. Plum Market had some nice parmigiano reggiano on sale last week so I bought two big hunks. It’s been all parm all the time ever since. Lunch prepared in ten minutes flat.
“This is pretty good,” said the hub as he scooped the last bit from the pan onto his plate. “It’s the best pasta you’ve ever made.”
That’s what he said last time. And the time before that.
Wanna’ talk love to the hub? You really only need two words: fishing and food.
Think I’ll go trim the raspberry bushes and soak up a little vitamin D myself.