So it turns out, there are five languages of love.
Bren and I were chatting about it this morning. We agreed that Ziggy's language is Physical Touch and Luca's is Quality Time. I pointed out quite strenuously that mine is Receiving Gifts. Gifts.
Maybe this is the modern version of Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus but the concept resonates with me; the idea that communication fails in relationships because what each person considers to be an expression of love and appreciation can differ. Understanding what our partner/friend/child needs to feel valued is an important step in best communicating love to them. And vice versa.
"So which language do you think you are?" I asked Bren, my partner, my love.
"Headjobs," he replied.
"It was six languages, wasn't it?" he asked.
"No, just five, darling," I said, "I think maybe you mean Physical Touch."
"No, no. I mean headjobs. Just headjobs."
Perhaps if a lady received more gifts, they might be more inclined to give more….gifts, too.
Vote #1 for headjobs