A couple of days later, I reviewed this information with a friend. Ironically, we noticed a pattern of being drawn to people who do NOT speak your same love language. What is that all about? The presenter the week before assured us that we could learn to speak any language. I wasn't so sure. I continued my personal assessment and felt quite confident that I was very fluent in the language of "acts of service."
Fast forward to that same afternoon. Exhausted-I was trying to put one foot in front of the other in taking steps to preparing dinner. Entering the kitchen, I found 3 roses wrapped and lying on the kitchen counter. "Who are these for?" I yelled to Christian. "You!" Was the response. "Ya, right" I thought. This kid is always teasing me. "No. Really." I asked again. Same response. Christian rounded the corner and pulled out the card concealed underneath. It was addressed, "Mother."
Be still my heart. My 17 year old son had bought me flowers and written me a note. To his horror, I melted into a puddle of tears. To his credit, he still let me hug him.
I sent my friend a text a short time later... "Christian brought me flowers. I think I might be 'receiving gifts' after all." Or at the very least, capable of speaking other languages.
I always have wanted to be bilingual.