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    Confession: My love language is words of affirmation.


    Admittedly, I’m greedy and I really like them all…Physical touch, Acts of Service, Gifts {who doesn’t, right?}, Quality Time, but I primarily thrive on words of affirmation.  I love a good, sincere compliment.  From a stranger, a friend, a family member, someone I admire & respect, someone who rarely hands them out, etc.


    Some people may view the need for this language to be spoken as being needy, codependent, weak, or having a lack of confidence, but I don’t see it that way at all.  As much as I love it, I don’t require this from everyone.  Of course I enjoy receiving validation and affirmation regarding the things I work hard at.  I don’t, however, care so much that every single person I meet adores me, or whether I’m pleasing everyone around me, and I can even handle-most times-when people criticize or give me feed back.


    But there are a few key players in my life whose words of affirmation are vital to me.  I would continue to do the things I do regardless of what they thought-because I have always been a believer in standing for and doing what you think is best for you-but having their approval or excitement for me makes it that much better.  And these people aren’t just pretending to be happy for me when something great comes along, they are genuinely and unconditionally ecstatic for me.


    One of these is my husband.  He is one of the most sincere and honest people I know.  And, he’s complimentary.  He compliments my cooking, my mothering, the way I run my business, the parties I throw, and daily tells me he likes me, he loves me, that I’m his best friend.  He tells me I’m doing a good job with my workouts, that I’m super strong when I decline certain desserts.  He’s not over the top, gushy, or excessive, and the compliments aren’t a 24/7 thing.  He’s just a naturally grateful guy and he vocalizes that.


    Saturday morning though, he took my breath away.  I was up in the night several times with our youngest.  Tired that morning, I threw my hair up in a messy bun with 2 handfuls of bobby pins, wore my old baggy sweats & a t-shirt, and got the kids breakfast, put a load of laundry in, and got ready to run.  Z came out and looked at me-a sight to behold, I’m telling you-and said, “Babe, look at me.”  I did, while also thinking I needed to get the towel he’d just used in the washer.


    He then said, "You look fabulous.  I'm so proud of you. I see your 
    body changing every day.  You're beautiful." He hugged me tight, 
    kissed me, and soon left for work.

    His compliment though; completely unexpected, unwarranted, and sincere, stayed with me long after he left.  What had started out to surely be a tired, possibly grumpy day, was completely flipped around.  I tied on my runners & jumped on the treadmill and did my Bridge to 10k workout.  I can honestly tell you it was my most enjoyable run to date.  Nothing hurt, my breathing was even, and I was smiling & giddy because of the words Z had left me with-a seemingly small thing to him-but a HUGE thing for me.


    He spoke my language and made my day, which in turn made me want to be and do even better.  I challenge you to sincerely speak someone’s love language to them today-it’s a seriously powerful motivator.



3 Responses to Love Language

  • Brenda wrote on July 18, 2011 at 4:45 // Reply

    Nice job Zac!!! Karli – I think that’s my new fav. picture of you – you are darling!!!!

  • Dee Mosman wrote on July 19, 2011 at 6:55 // Reply

    This is the first time I went to your URL and I am gald I did.what a great article,you are a very talented writer and the article was motivating.

  • denise routson wrote on July 21, 2011 at 6:00 // Reply

    An adorable compliment for a ridiculously adorable mom, wife, motivator, and friend!!! so sweet :) you’re blog is so well put together, designed, and written! Keep up the inspiring work!!!


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