I think the book “5 Languages of Love” is wonderful. Speaks volumes and makes you realize that people sometimes do love the ‘wrong’ way. I have thought about this often. Tried to find my main love language and in a way I have been lying to myself. Unwilling to accept the language that does mean something to mean. Maybe as much or more than quality time.
Receiving gifts. That’s one of my main love languages. Why did I battle to admit this to myself? I’m not materialistic. That’s why. I would hate for people to think that I am. I’m much more of a giver. I will share my stuff and give things away without thinking twice.
The thing is that receiving gifts (for me) makes me feel that the other person thought of me. Without me prompting. Without me having to be there. This person put thought into getting me something. I don’t need it to be expensive by any means but do not think twice if you want to buy me a new lens or diamonds or …. It can be a flower out of the garden. I picture drawn by my kids. Tommie bringing Wimpy coffee when he comes to the office.
I have realized this about myself and it feels good. It feels good to be able to share that with my husband and explain that this is my love language.
Sjoe sometimes it can be so hard to understand ourselves and then even harder to just express it.