Monday, February 14, 2005

Valentine's Language

My wife's love language is "acts of service." She likes it when I do the dishes, help clean the house, etc. I've revealed this little intimate thought before in Wineskins . . .

So I asked Jill yesterday, what do you want for V Day? Chocolates? Big heart shaped. No. Okay, how about some pretty roses? No. She always asks how much they cost. She's our family CFO, why would she not ask?

Since her language is "acts of service" (see Gary Chapman's Five Love Languages), I'm going to do something where I don't have to "say" anything and not sweat cleaning the house this time either: a gift certificate for several full house cleanings from "Domestic Angels," a house cleaning service in Nashville. I know, I know, some wives get this on a regular basis, but that's just not our approach, since we work on it together with our three kids as one of our chores. So this will be something special . . . and hey, it combines "gift giving" with "acts of service."

4 Comments:

At 7:41 AM, Blogger David U said...

Way to go Greg! Maybe I can find some folks like that around Searcy to come to our house and clean and act like it was original with me! :) I owe you one, brother.

Imitation is the greatest compliment of all, right?

Have a wonderful day with your Sweetheart!

DU

 
At 2:04 PM, Blogger DJG said...

This would be a gift I would LOVE!!! Great ideal!

 
At 10:22 PM, Blogger Clarissa said...

We're going through that book with our lifegroup right now ... good stuff. When we drew assignments, though, I drew acts of service, and it was really challenging for me to find new ways to serve Rob. (He drew gift giving, and delivered beautifully.)

 
At 7:59 AM, Blogger Charlotte Taylor said...

Hey, Greg!
I finally made it to blog status!! But I am a little nervous - does that surprise you??
But wanted to tell you that you are definitely on the right track. One of the memories I have permanently engrained is when you kids were little - I went to a shower or something like that and when I came back Dad had cleaned the house. Thanks for writing and for getting me hooked up to the blogging world. Love, Mom

 

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