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Love languages




I've always known the love language my children speak.... since they were little.

Rob took me a bit longer.

I know my parents languages and lately I've been thinking much more about my siblings, Rob's siblings, and my dearest friends.

It's taken years to figure out which one I am..... since it's been kind of a tie between three.... but recently, it finally happened.  And although it's one I'm not super pleased about, it is me.  It's what makes me feel secure and safe and loved.  And just because someone doesn't show me love in this certain way (because obviously we all have our own language), it doesn't mean I'm not going to have a connection with them.  It just means that in my deeply closest, most personal and intimately emotional relationships, this area is what does it for my heart.... and it's how my heart gives and shows it to others.

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