✅ QUALITY TIME
This prevails as my number one love language. At the time, my husband’s frequent flyer business, often conducted on the golf course, had us passing like ships in the night. Knee-deep in toddler tantrums, I was starved for adult interaction. But priorities become fluid with time. Now, with just the two of us, my quality cup of Kenneth run over. Instead of initiating grand gesture dates, we cozy up and stream separate devises.
✅ WORDS OF AFFIRMATION
This language only whispers to me. I’m fortunate to be bolstered by a constellation of positive people who boost my confidence on the daily. If my padded ego becomes anymore self-inflated, I risk floating into a powerline.
✅ PHYSICAL TOUCH
As tight as we were, my family wasn’t keen on close proximity. Hugging was traditionally reserved for long goodbyes. Then along came my SOB (significant-other-bestie), and we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. Henceforth, all my relationships are cemented with a breast to breast embrace.
✅ ACTS OF SERVICE
The sultry “Marvin Gaye and Get it On” days may have dwindled, but I’ve gained a beguiling handsy-man…the kind who cleans up on Aisle 6.
✅ RECEIVING GIFTS
Don’t get me wrong, I love a good present, but I’d much rather have the presence of your company! ❤️
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