Have you ever read the book The Five Love Languages?
(If you haven't and you're married, a parent, a friend...or have ANY relationships AT ALL, shame on you!
Pick up a copy and read. Right away.)
I am firmly in the camp of two of the love languages: words of affirmation and receiving gifts.
You want to know something? God must have decided that I need a big dose of that lovin' feeling lately because there have been some beautiful instances of affirming words sent my way. Emails telling me how much the words I write here mean to people. Assurances that I truly am a beautiful woman - without even trying. Encouragers coming out of the woodwork.
And this was enough for me.
It was more than enough.
My tank was full, and I was feelin' it.
Not in a nose-in-the-air prideful way, but in a grateful, you're-making-me-blush sort of way.
And then, yesterday, a package arrived.
Totally unexpected. I couldn't imagine what could be inside.
I didn't order anything.
I opened the box and pulled out a Kindle ereader.
A gadget that I've had my (insatiable) eye on since they came on the market a few years ago.
There was a note.
My sister-in-law; she was the giver.
An early Christmas/Birthday gift.
I was a puddle of melty, mushy, 'you love me, you really love me!' goo.
This gift spoke to me.
Not because it was an expensive gadget.
(But it is seriously cool. She got me the Big Poppa with all the bells and whistles and I think it even came with a marching band, too.)
This gift meant that someone cared enough to think about the things that make me tick.
Someone valued me enough to save up for close to a year (or more?) and splurge on me.
She did it just for the sheer joy of giving me joy.
She wasn't even there to see my receive the gift.
Her gratification had to come in the form of a teary (yes, tears) phone call from me asking,
"Thank you! but why?!"
She did it for no other reason than she cares.
This gift is worth so much more to me than electronic books at my fingertips...
It's the love of a friend.
She was totally speakin' my language.
Like she'd done it all her life.
And you know what it makes me want to do?
Not my Kindle; other people.
I want to read them.
Dig around and find out their love languages and speak to them.