I admit it. As some people posted their glamorous gifts and exotic plans for celebrating the day, I wondered what was wrong with me. Why do I rebel - yes, that's the word - "rebel" against the commercialization of something so basic and wonderful as love?
Recently one of my daughters mentioned her "love language". She suggested I take a 30 question quiz on the internet to determine mine. I struggled through the first 10 questions. It was difficult for me to select my preferred method of receiving love in the options of at least six of them. Neither of the two appealed to me. I gave up. (Maybe there IS something wrong with me.)
Today, my husband sprayed the green paint/primer on the second of two benches he created out an old wooden crib we found discarded curbside. As I went out to photograph it, I realized I KNOW what my Love Language is! Apparently my husband knows, too.
Now if I only knew what to call it....