5 Love Languages; Kindness

My random thoughts in no particular order or importance:

Have you read ”The Five Love Languages” by Gary Chapman?  My love language is acts of service and it so happens that my husband’s way of showing love is to wash my car, take out the garbage, mow the lawn, do laundry and dishes, and repair everything around the house. This may not sound significant but my former husband had a different MO and it didn’t work so well for me. He rarely to never did those things. This is not a criticism, just an observation. I am positive that things would have been better if we could have read that book years ago. I can’t speak for Keith but I think he is as happy as I am. That saying “Love is better the second time around” certainly applies here. I don’t mean to place blame or cast aspersions; we’ve learned from mistakes and experience. And I am so, so lucky because I am happy!

I’ve noticed in the mirror lately that my eyes look like my mom’s. I was 14 yrs old when she was the age that I am now. I didn’t think I looked like her in any way but as I age, I can see it. I have stayed out of the sun for most of my adulthood and worn a hat, etc. so I thought I was less wrinkled than my peers due to my diligence and vanity. But when I went to my mom’s funeral, I noticed that my cousins weren’t wrinkled either. So I appreciate the Native American genes. And from Dad, I inherited a tendency to not go gray. At 80, he only has gray at the temples which amazes me. I haven’t had to dye my hair yet. Thanks, Dad. But I don’t like getting old. I don’t care what anyone says. I miss my 26 year old body!

Yesterday two yr old William was here communing with one yr old Aurora. He took her by the hand and led her a few steps, then pointed. She nodded her head sweetly. Then he leaned toward her and very gently patted her shoulder. This just melted my heart! It tells me a lot about his personality. Kindness is the trait I admire most in other people. People who are very smart, clever, or intelligent but are unkind impress me not at all. This should explain something to those who were surprised when they heard I was marrying Keith Chandler. He is, without a doubt, one of the kindest people who ever lived. Anyway, I loved observing William’s gentleness with his little cousin because I’ve seen him be rough with Claudya and his parents. It reminded me of Alden when he was little and my nephew, Tyler, who was also very kind to his cousins who were younger.

I’ve decided what I want to be when I grow up. I’m going to pursue Internal Auditing. I just have to get through two more semesters which, at the moment, feels like slogging through mud. But I am stubborn so I can do it!

Now, I must go because there are gluten free chocolate chip cookies to be eaten. They aren’t pretty, as we are experimenting with the recipe still, but they taste great.