LOVE LANGUAGE AND MEN

Yesterday morning I got up and felt rather punk because of sinus problems. Hadn't slept well at all. I didn't even get a cup of coffee till nearly noon. My brain still felt full of cotton as I wandered out to the kitchen. My eyes felt like someone had dumped grounds in them. I started to pour my coffee into my favorite mug that sat happily by my brand new Mr.Coffee Maker, and almost didn't notice the yellow note on the counter. I smiled. Every morning hubby prepares the coffee and places my favorite mug by the coffee pot. I kinda take it for granted it's going to be there. This time, hubby had left me a note. "I Love You."

Gentlemen...take note. Love notes never grow old. Love notes are never juvenile. Love notes are those wonderful little things a husband can do for his wife without costing him one thin dime. Flowers are nice. Hand-picked wild daisies are fantastic. But handwritten love notes say, "He had to find a piece of paper. He had to find a pen. He had to think of me just before he wrote this. He had to consider where I would see it. He actually took the time to do this before he left for work today. Awh!"

I didn't call him and say, "I love you, too." He's heard it from me a million times. Instead, I made his favorite beef stew and went to the store and bought him some animal crackers. Hey! He loves animal crackers. I also bought other goodies he loves to snack on--peaches, grapes, peanut butter and crackers. What can I say? He's easy to please. That's part of why I love him. It's also why I wrote, "I Love You, 2" on the bottom of his note and taped it inside his medicine cabinet. Just in case he needs a translator for other ways I try to show him. Just in case he needs to know I saw his note to me. Love languages can sometimes need a bit of interpretation, ya know. selahV