Here is a popular book people have been buying since 1992. The Purging Lutheran picked this up sometime in ‘two-thousand-and-clackity-clack’. My Sweet Rib and I read it (skimmed through it) to find the astonishing answers of who we really were, or are, or what we want to be. These are the options laid out by Gary C. :
receiving gifts – gettin’ stuff from my babe
quality time – spending time with my babe
words of affirmation – hearing nice words from my babe
acts of service – being served hand and foot by my babe
physical touch – getting more high-fives from my babe
MSR says she’s an ‘acts of service’ kind-of-dame. She enjoys being sunk into her couch while receiving cups of coffee, an extra pillow, channels being turned and stuff like that. You know, lazy. And she deserves it having worked a billion years to keep the family afloat with shelter, food and books. If she wants it, she gets it.
Me? I’m all five. No, not really. My love language is ‘two cigarettes and a cup of coffee in the morning’. That had to have been edited out of the original text. Must have been. When you reach that time in life when ‘the winds of Thor are blowing cold’ it’s a good time to admit what you really enjoy in this physical life and and try to live it … without doing something really stupid. Or against the will of God, which, yes, is really stupid. Right? Yes, smoking a couple cigarettes isn’t the smartest idea I’ve come up. We all know every minute we spend smoking only increases Keith Richards’ lifespan by the same measure. He’s a pretty gnarly-looking guy now and he’s only in his 70s. Imagine what he’ll look like when he’s 350 years old. It boggles the imagination. Quit now and let him die ‘handsome’.
So, that’s it.
1 Timothy 5:1-2
Don’t be harsh or impatient with an older man. Talk to him as you would your own father, and to the younger men as your brothers. Reverently honor an older woman as you would your mother, and the younger women as sisters.