I have never read the book The Five Love Languages but recently Kevin and I took a test online to determine what love language we are. No surprise to me that Kevin's is physical touch- I probably could have told you that with out the test.:) Mine is words of affirmation, which in a nut shell means, you can show me you love me by encouraging me with words. For example. "Carly your hair looks nice," or "Carly your math skills are amazing," or "Carly, there is a good chance you should write a book on grammar."
I am pretty sure that my dear old Dad has never read this particular book. There may me chance that he doesn't even know that such a language exists, but for my whole life, for as long as I can remember my dad has spoken my love language. Always encouraging, always building me up.
Many of these mothering days when I question my every move when I'm sure that I am screwing everything up, he is so quick to tell me "you're a good mom darlin', I'm proud of you." It's like an adrenalin boost that I need when I think this job is too tough.
Thanks Dad, I know you're reading even when everyone else has stopped :)