I’m currently reading The Five Love Languages by Dr. Gary Chapman. It’s a fast-reading, insightful book about how to express love to your spouse in a way that they will fully understand and appreciate. An important element in reading it is discovering what your own love language is, and communicating that to your spouse.
So last night I told her. My love language is milkshakes.
The giving of milkshakes, the receiving of milkshakes, or even the loving mention of milkshakes. All of them make me feel a deep, unquenchable love for my wife. It can be a massive, frosty milkshake from Annie’s Pub, or the lowliest unnatural concoction from McDonalds, and it will cause me to weep without shame. Any flavor, too. From hot fudge to rancid beet, a milkshake’s a milkshake as far as I’m concerned.
This book has helped me to understand why Bridgette has seemingly not appreciated the nightly gifts of milkshakes that I offer her. I once tried to romantically pour a milkshake on her pillow to remind her of my love. Believe me, that didn’t end well.
I have also sent Dr. Chapman a milkshake in appreciation for the insight he gave me through his book.