Today’s #LoveBlog prompt is “Physical Touch.” To see all the prompts, check out Brita’s introductory post.
Physical Touch has been at the top of my husband’s Love Language list every time he’s taken the test until this year. This year, it moved down into a three way tie for second place.
Likewise, Physical Touch has always been number two on my list until this year when it moved down to fourth place.
Why is this I wonder? Is it because we’ve been married for a while now and we aren’t as outwardly affectionate with each other? Or maybe it’s just that we value other languages more now that we’ve matured and experienced a few years of marriage.
Whatever the reason, it sort of makes me sad. There is so much power in physical touch. I was reminded of that this week on two occasions.
The other day, Pearson was staying late in the lab and I decided to join him. I brought my laptop and I was going to blog while he worked just to give him some company.
His experiment wasn’t working like it was supposed to so he came back to the office and started complaining. He was very upset. Usually, when this happens, he’s telling it to me on the phone and I can’t do much besides say “mmm hmm” and “I’m so sorry.”
But this time I was with him! I rolled my chair over to him and started rubbing/scratching his back. And guess what! He cheered up real quick! My gesture didn’t change anything. The experiment was still going wrong. But it made him feel better. I don’t really know why. But I know it made a difference.
The other time was the night we celebrated Pearson’s birthday. We went to Red Lobster for dinner because it is his favorite restaurant. Then on the way home, we decided to stop by Kroger to pick up some dessert.
As we were walking in, we were goofing off and anticipating an evening of watching Lord of the Rings and eating pie. He grabbed my hand and told me he loved me.
We don’t walk hand in hand as much as we used to. Granted, that could be because we don’t walk around together as much as we used to. He works a lot and when we are together, we’re usually at home. Not walking around a store.
Regardless, of why, we don’t do it that often. And in that moment, I felt so loved. I felt that all was right with the world and nothing could shake our marriage. We are in this together.
I never knew holding his hand could mean so much. And I was reminded twice this week of how much physical touch really means. Here’s to doing it more in the future!
Is physical touch at the top of your Love Language list? How often do you show love that way?
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Meet Brita Long: Christian feminist blissfully married to Dan Fleck for almost two years. Lover of Paris, pink sparkles, sensible shoes, manicures, and books. Fueled by hot tea and mimosas.
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