Love Languages

I think one of Miguel's love languages is Acts of Service. He is always doing things around the house to help me. Sometimes I find myself wishing that he would just sit and talk to me more over a cup of coffee...and ungrateful me forgets to appreciate the fact that my husband is doing housework! Apparently my love language is more in other areas, such as Quality Time. A friend and I were talking about it the other day and she reminded me that every time he sweeps the floor or washes the dishes, he's expressing his love...it's like he's giving me a hug. Apparently I have some sort of complex about receiving Acts of Service because I often feel a sense of guilt or shame when he is helping me out, as if he has to do it because I am not 'together' enough. I don't think that's the truth (and Miguel himself has never, ever communicated that!)...and I am wanting to focus more on appreciating my husband and his unique gifts and talents. So I'm going to brag on him just a little...

This is what he did while I was out walking this morning...

on top of taking care of the kids

AND getting the baby to poop in the potty chair! :)

Now that's impressive!

After that, he took Micah over to a friend's house to play and did some shopping.

He often goes shopping for me and I appreciate that, even though

I do like to go once in a while to get out and see what's available.

(In fact, since I don't get out much, sometimes it can be

downright exhilarating to go the grocery store and

look at carrots and potatoes--woohoo, big outing of the week! :) LOL!)

Okay, but back to Miguel, he came home with the things on my list

plus a few extras, like this big stalk of sugar cane!

Thank you, Miguel, for everything you do for me!

I love you!

Becky