When you know you are loved...

Karl and I have been reading the book, The Five Love Languages. We each read the chapter then discuss what we think of the main points of the particular chapter. It is a good book at trying to discover what both you and your loved one understands to be an expression of love. It works on the premise of speaking a particular language to tell others you love them. For example, if a spouse feels loved when their significant others praises their efforts but that person thinks by doing things for that person is a sign of love, they can both be doings these things and their spouse might not ever feel loved because they are not speaking in each others love language.

So Karl and I have almost finished the book. We have discovered which languages make each of us feel the most loved. It was very enlightening even though some of the things we felt were intuitive. So now we know what works and what does not work at expressing love to each other. It is a fun and easy read to do with your spouse to encourage a book study to do together, especially if you need a break from discussing deeper, more intellectual topics.

Last night Karl and I discovered by happenstance what our children perceive as being loved. The discussion of Diary of a Wimpy Kid,

a series of books and now a movie about an average skinny boy in public school,

was our lead in for the conversation.

Karl and I asked how old Greg, the Wimpy Kid, was in the books.

Anton felt strongly that he was a high schooler because "he is trying to get a girl."

"Get a girl?" Karl and I asked what does it mean to "Get a Girl".

Anton, suddenly embarrassed

(to which I traveled back in my memory to the day my parents wanted clarification when

I made a comment about people "going together" and empathetically smiled)

said it is when a girl likes you and you do nice things for her.

Feeling a little satisfied with his answer, Karl and I were prepared to drop the topic for discussions of swimming and soccer, when Isabella had to interject her two cents.

"Nope!

You know a girl like you when

she doesn't tell her friends that you are a dope!"

Humm, I wonder what Isabella's love language is??