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Love Language

A couple of weeks ago I took an online quiz (quiz can be found here) about which love language was mine...not surprisingly (to me), it came back (overwhelmingly) "Quality Time".

Never before in my life has that love language of mine been more evident than these last few husband is very busy with a work project that is taking up oodles of his time, including all of last weekend and never before have I been so stressed out and feeling "unloved" as I have lately. 

It kind of cracks me up that after 11 1/2 years of marriage I FINALLY decide to take the Love Language test RIGHT BEFORE all hell breaks loose and my time with my husband is grossly interrupted. Like God was saying, "Now, Mama, things are gonna get chaotic and hectic here and Mr. wonderful is going to be very busy. This is a reminder that you FEEL most loved, that your PERCEPTION of being loved comes with quality time and that it doesn't, indeed, mean you are loved any less when that quality time is lacking." 

The timing was perfect, but it didn't make it any easier. 

My husband has never taken the Love Language quiz but I can tell you, without any doubt, that his Love Language is Acts of Service. So, while I was wallowing in self pity these last few weeks, missing my time with my husband, he was showing me his love for me through his own love language...washing clothes, cleaning the kitchen...even asking, at one point, "Have you seen all the laundry I've done?"

And I hadn't. Not really, because I was too wrapped up in my pity party of "I don't get enough time with him!!" 

He's been home since Monday, and I finally feel as if my world is starting to recenter itself, that I'm getting back into the groove, that I'm not feeling discombobulated and turned around and off balance and weepy and sad and irritable and stressed and, well, unloved. 

This project isn't, if you find me having a pity party would you kindly remind me of my love language? Remind me that as soon as we are back to being one cohesive, TOGETHER, unit, that all will be right in my world again?

Thank you kindly...and now, I'm off to snuggle with Mr. Acts of Service.


  1. I actually just heard about this at the retreat that I went to over the weekend. I got the book but we both need to take the test.

  2. Is "touch" a love language? Cause if it is, that's mine. Hand's down. I'll have to check out that quiz. A second (close second) would be gift giving (not receiving).

    And yet another thing our husbands have in common...D is an Act of Service guy too. Clean house, packing his lunch as a surprise, back rubs.....he's good.

  3. I've taken the love language test twice, and both times my primary love language is words of affirmation. Quality time was in the middle, tied with acts of service.

  4. I took this test a few years ago and was not shocked at all to learn that mine was touch. As much as I try to pretend to be a tough girl who doesn't need anyone... I totally melt for a little cuddling or hand holding. I don't need a whole lot, but physical affection goes a long way with me. I find the whole thing so interesting and right on point though... glad you're getting a little extra quality time this week, even if it is going to be stunted a bit more in the weeks to come!


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