Over the past few weeks Mr. Lively and I have been reading The 5 Love Languages aloud together and it has been pretty enlightening.
Though I reminded Mr. Lively on several occasions before we started reading, that I am fluent in all 5 love languages and therefore require every love language in very high and equal levels… this has proven to be false.
Even once I acquiesced that I might not be every language, my ego secretly hoped that my language would be gifts.
Because who wouldn’t want to read a book that tells your husband to give you more gifts?!
However, I have now come to recognize my true love language is quality time.
Which totally makes sense.
I am pretty adamant that we spend a lot (read: insane amounts) of time together.
On the other hand, Mr. Lively’s love language is words of affirmation.
Which was surprisingly not my own language. As long as I hear “I love you” at least seven times a day, I’m set. But Mr. Lively likes to hear more than just sweet nothings. He likes to be given more varied positive feedback on a consistent basis.
And when it comes to Franklin, we are quite honestly torn.
I am pretty sure his dialect is
You should see this dog when he has a frozen peanut butter Kong.
Whereas Mr. Lively thinks that his pup language is words of affirmation, like himself.
For reference, this was mentioned in a conversation about Franklin’s weight and whether he had one too many of the aforementioned frozen peanut butter Kongs.
Mr. Lively insisted that I was hurting the pup’s feelings by being so critical and insensitive. He surmised that because I was ignoring Franklin’s pup language, Franklin preferred him more than me.
But in all seriousness, I think the book can be really enlightening not just to learn about your partner, but also to understand what you really want most out of a relationship.
For me, it’s not about getting little surprises, like I expected. It is about spending a Sunday afternoon walking around Evanston with my hubba and my puppa.