While at work, I noticed that Twitter was literally imploding over the hash tag 300 sandwiches. In an article for New York Post, Samantha Smith mentioned she was 124 sandwiches away from an engagement ring. I am sure you can imagine the reactions but I will let you read and judge for yourself.
My takeaway from the article was that she chose to do something that made her significant other feel loved. Imagine that.
Love languages, anyone?
When I was in college, my mentor and Career Counselor had me fill out a questionnaire on Love Languages. One of my languages was Acts of Service.
I have self-diagnosed myself with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder and you do not want to know how many fights have started with me screaming about the arrangement of the spices in the cabinet. Therefore, when I say that acts of service are the way to my heart, I am not joking.
I did not realize until AFTER I was married that my husband’s love language was Physical Touch, or food and sex, to be specific. What I really mean is I did not realize the power of knowing his love language.
I was not much of a cook when we met. Before I met my husband, I always joked that I would marry a chef. From my lips to God’s ears… I attempted to make an elaborate meal for him when we first started dating and even though it was an F, he appreciated the effort.
So I started to cook more because of the look on his face when he realized I spent time and effort for him. In addition, my skills improved from sheer practice.
I definitely do not enjoy cooking for other people but when I do it for him, it’s like foreplay…only with oregano instead of whipped cream.
Any relationship takes work and compromise on both ends.
But if you can at least figure the important things like what makes them tick or their toes curl, it makes life a lot easier.