What defines me?

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I am just certain that my love language is food. I find so much joy in baking and leaving treats all over Marc’s place. Having him over for dinner or cooking at his place for when he comes home from work is extremely gratifying for me. More with Marc then with anyone before. He cleans his plate and thanks me repeatedly. He will send me a text from bed of a goodie he is munching on that I left for him. It makes me feel warm and fuzzy knowing I am taking care of him in such a way. I like being creative and concocting things he probably hasn’t tried. I find it a challenge when he tells me how much he enjoys a meal at at diner and then I try to make it but ten times better. I love waking him p to breakfast in bed. His smile when he looks up at me plates overflowing of food I spent the morning preparing. Making him dinner while he hangs out with the kids. Calling in the family for our meal. I am overjoyed when he chooses staying home rather than going out. I stress making the meal perfect and never ever think it’s good enough for him. He deserves perfect and I’m imperfect so that isn’t obtainable. I do more then just feed him of course but it’s my favorite way to show him I love him.

4 thoughts on “My Love Language Is Food

  1. You sound like a very kind person 😊

  2. pslater1972 says:

    This is lovely. Mark is a lucky guy.

  3. Remo says:

    Like saying goes “Man’s heart is through his stomach”.

  4. Aww this is so sweet! I think the most important thing for a couple is to communicate with each other using the right love languages. Looks like this works for both of you so well done!

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