When my husband kisses me in the morning, it’s a gift.
When I have a steaming, fresh cup of coffee, it’s a gift.
When my kids call or text me, it’s a gift.
When I hear from a friend, it’s a gift.
When I walk outside or in a store or around a mall, and he takes my hand, it’s a gift.
When my favorite gluten free item is available, it’s a gift.
When the sun is shining and the temperature is in the 70°-84°F range, it’s a gift.
When I lay my head on my satin pillowcase after a full, FUN day, it’s a gift.
I guess my love language really IS gifts.
What’s your love language??
Aloha,
Denise
