Acts of Service
Nothing says “I love you” like a man spending a total of 5 hours on the phone combining cell phone plans, canceling cable, adding DirecTV, upgrading the home internet and setting up your new iPhone. My husband rocks. He also wants credit for carrying this household on his back and I’m going to give it to him….because while he’s been doing all that, he’s also done two loads of laundry.
After decades of doing everything on my own, I can’t tell you how nice it is to feel taken care of in this way. I don’t even have to ask. Allen just DOES. And it’s not because I can’t. It’s because he wants to. AND OH MY GOODNESS I just found out he unloaded the dishwasher, too!! I AM LOVED!!!
I think there’s something to that love languages book. I have it, I just haven’t actually READ it. But if I remember correctly, one of the love languages was “acts of service” (or something like that) and I’m thinking that’s my language. I want to do things for the people I love, so I feel loved when someone does something for me. And yet, at the same time, when somebody offers to do something for me, I’ll say no because I don’t want to be a bother. Now, is that because I really don’t want to be a bother? Or am I subconsciously feeling unworthy of love? Or am I trying to get them to prove how much they love me by telling them no just to see if they’ll do it despite my protests? Why am I psychoanalyzing myself right now????
All I know is, Allen just does stuff for me and I love it. And I love him! But does he feel loved enough by me? I need to figure out his love language because it may be completely different from mine. Guess I’ve got to read that book….