Shane's love language is Acts of Service. I think this is sooooooooooo hard. I mean, mine is Quality Time. How easy is it to sit and chat? Maybe his could be words of affirmation and I could just say, "Way to go!" or "I love you." But, no. For him to feel loved I need to fold socks, make his lunch, run errands for him, and so on and so forth. I hope you know I am half kidding here. I actually enjoy this serving thing. I mean, it is my role in life, right? Right. But, it is a little hard for me at times to serve in the capacity that he does for me.
Shane is a great server. He likes to get up and make me breakfast. I used to do that, for like our first week of marriage. I would get up with him at 5 and while he was showering, I would pour the cereal in his bowl, but not the milk...he hates soggy cereal. Then I would wander back to bed. I didn't have to be at work until 8. After about 5 days of that, I decided it was a bit ridiculous. So no more breakfast.
In addition, Shane has done a lot of changing for me over the years. I try not to nag, but share things I would like to not have to take care of for the next 80 years and he tries hard to help. Things Shane has changed for the sole purpose of making me happy: putting down the toilet seat, shutting the shower curtain, putting his stuff (keys, mail, wallet) in one area of the house (still working on this one...), putting the food used to cook away before we sit down to eat a meal, not leaving cooking items on the stove that could blow up the house while cooking (the olive oil spray in an aerosol container), shutting cabinet doors, you get the idea. Shane doesn't ask me for much.
But... one thing he cannot stand, and I seem to fail every time is, having to put sheets on the bed when it is very late and he just wants to sleep. We both enjoy clean sheets. I like to clean them at least once a week. But, I often forget to put them in the dryer and then end up having to stay up late to wait for them to dry and then require his help to put them on when he is soooooooooooo tired. Understandable. So I try, and I try.
Tonight it is late and I am working on a few things here on the computer. Shane is out doing a few things with the business and won't be home for a couple of hours. I remembered that the sheets were in the dryer and actually put them on myself. In the meantime, I straightened up his dresser and cleaned up the floor. I turned down the sheets and turned on his reading lamp. I also changed out of my labor gown I bought to labor in with Annalee. It is so comfortable and I didn't actually use it, but the point is that it fit 9 mths pregnant and has a horizontal pink striped pattern on it. You can imagine. So, I put on a tank top and some yoga pants. No big deal. Love is in the small things.
Our friends Andy and Sarah Bullard came to visit this weekend. We went to college with Andy and Sarah and have shared the last six years of our life over the phone and in short visits, but it is always fun and a refreshing time to catch up. They have two little boys, Caden and Grant who had a blast playing with our girls. We went to one of the battlefields in downtown Fredericksburg and let the kids run around and have way too much fun digging for "buried treasure" in the Union cemetery. I hope that isn't a bad thing. 
