Stefan's Many Gifts

Have you heard of Love Languages? There are like five or seven of them -- they're ways that a person automatically and instinctively shows he or she cares. Words of Praise/Affirmation is mine... tell me how amazing I look or am or sing or whatever again, please. And I'll be sure to tell you your new purse is great and you are a fabulous Mom and your haircut was worth every penny.

Well, one of Stefan's is gift-giving. One of mine is sooooooo not gift-giving. I want words of praise, he brings me a book about statistics. You can see the mis-match. He (and his Mother) give gifts ALL the time. I am a person who declutters my house all the time, which means most of his gifts go in the declutter box. Bad. Very bad.

I learned I just have to let him know what I want and everybody's happy. Lucky for me, he likes nice things, too.

So Stefan went away a few weekends ago and when he came back I got a gift. A really, really good gift... which I used to make his favorite flavor of ice cream -- vanilla.

 

I made it suit me by serving it over sliced bananas and thick chunks of chocolate cake -- all in pretty cups, which are actually Nutella jars recycled.

Is cooking one of the Love Languages?
I think not.