Dishes stacked in the sink, stained clothes filling the hallway, and arguing siblings heard in every room. I still see you among the mess. Hear you among the crazy. Hours tick by, pages on the calendar flip, and before I know it, three days have gone by since we’ve kissed. Not a pass-by-pecking on the way out the door, but a lips locked, hands around the neck kissed hot movie scene kiss.
If there is a right and wrong way to love, I was loving him all wrong.
Twenty years together and at this very moment I am more in love with him than I ever have been. I watch his sexy butt walk away when he takes out the trash. My heart swells when I see his face light up as the twins climb all over him when he gets home from work. I feel like a marshmallow ready for a graham cracker when he sends me sweet texts. Six months ago was different though, because I was loving him all wrong.
Shortly before New Year’s I was chatting with a friend. After a long day I was tired of feeling like roomates with my husband, four kids including toddler twins can do that to you. Rather, I let them do that to me. She asked me if I was speaking his love language. Say what? I say “love ya” all the time so I guess. She explained, linked me to a love languages book that I instantly bought, and here we are. Me more madly in love with my husband and finally loving him right.
It hurt like heck when I realized I wasn’t showing my husband I love him, in ways that he responds to. I had the man of my dreams, my soul mate, and I was loving him all wrong. Really, I didn’t need a book to tell me that, I just needed to pay a bit more attention. You see, my husband is a #5. His love language is physical touch. My husband is a butt grabbing, hand holding, kissing, hugging, physical displays of affection showing kind of guy. That right there told me he loved physical touch but I wasn’t paying attention.
Over the last few months I’ve made it a point to show him I love him with physical touch, on a daily basis. Some days I have to leave myself notes in my planner, but most days it comes naturally now. I hold his hand between chasing toddlers on our walks, I linger a little longer during our kiss on his way out the door, and I sneak up for random hugs at night. Those little things have made the world of difference in our marriage. The spark is hotter than ever now that I know how to love him right.
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