I have always enjoyed my birthday because I love receiving presents. One year I remember inviting everyone I knew to a party at my house in hopes of more presents. I was one of those kids that would unwrap the christmas presents before christmas and then wrap them back up so no one would notice. I always expect presents from my parents but being married I knew I would now get presents from my husband. And he never disappointed. He was great at gift giving. He always went overboard on presents and I certainly did not mind.
His birthday was coming up and I was trying to figure out what to get him. He liked clothes so I picked out an outfit for him, I think I also bought shoes for him. I had made his favorite dinner and was waiting for him to come home. He walked in and had an armful of things in his hands. I asked him what that was and he said they were presents, did they throw him a party at work and forget to invite me? Then he said they were for me for his birthday. What?!?! I get presents on his birthday? I like this. He then told me the best present I could get him was my happiness and he knew how happy I would be unwrapping all this.
I like his language of love!
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