I 💗 Love Gifts

Ax and I were walking Brownie down the main retail street where we live.  “Ax,” I said, “I’m curious, what is your love language?”

He pondered the question briefly, then said, wistfully, “Legos.”

“Got it,” I said.

”And chocolate. Yeah. My love language is Legos and chocolate.”

“That makes sense. You do love those things. There is another meaning to love language I’m also curious about — which is if someone wanted to give you love what would be a good way to show you their love from your perspective.”

“Hmmm.  I’m not sure.”

“Well, for example common categories of love languages are like, spending time together, or acts of service, which would be doing something for you, or giving compliments, or physical contact like hugs, or gifts, you know like getting things you like, like Lego and chocolate.”

“Brownie’s love language is treats and snuggles.”

“Yes.”

“Also sniffing poop!”  Giggles as Brownie enjoyed the street aroma.  

“Yes.”

“Well gifts is interesting.  Because it doesn’t need to be a thing to be a gift.”

“True.”

“Like hugs are gifts.”

“Absolutely.”

“I like hugs. I also like it when you bring me tortellini.  So that’s a gift.  Nice compliments, time — all those things are gifts and I like all those things.”

“Wow, Ax, I love how your mind works.  You just figured out how to make it all one category!”

“Yup.”

And we stopped for a moment, allowing Brownie to once again enjoy the gift of street sniffing.

“Can I give you a hug?” I said, opening arms.

“No.” Shooing me away.

“What, no one’s around, no one can see.”

“Someone might see from the car driving by.”

“That’s true.  At home?”

“Okay.”

And then we walked home.  We got inside, I got my hug, thanked him for it, then he ran into his room, shut the door, and I proceeded to make tortellini.  I’m gonna keep going.  

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