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A Crazy Little Thing Called Love




Love is an absolutely crazy thing. 
It is so much more than butterflies and fireworks. 
It is learning what makes your little heartstrings sing!
So what is it, what makes you feel most love?

Are you one for physical touch? Do you like coming home to a secret surprise? Do you feel most loved when your person empties the dish washer? Are you completely content just being next to your person? Does your heart leap with joy when your person speaks highly of you? 

I remember the first time I took the love language quiz, and truth be told I was not shocked by my results. I best receive love through receiving gifts, with a close second in acts of service and words of affirmation. The rest of my results are listed below, along with a definition of what receiving gifts as a love language really is.  

Take the quiz here and find out your love language.

Knowing how you receive love and how the people in your life receive love is so very important. So curl up with your person and take the quiz that could change the way you both interact with each other.
10Receiving Gifts
7Acts of Service
7Words of Affirmation
3Physical Touch
3Quality Time
Receiving GiftsReceiving Gifts
Don't mistake this love language for materialism; the receiver of gifts thrives on the love, thoughtfulness, and effort behind the gift. If you speak this language, the perfect gift or gesture shows that you are known, you are cared for, and you are prized above whatever was sacrificed to bring the gift to you. A missed birthday, anniversary, or a hasty, thoughtless gift would be disastrous – so would the absence of everyday gestures. Gifts are visual representations of love and are treasured greatly.



XOXO,
B



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  1. Your Scores

    9 Quality Time
    9 Words of Affirmation
    8 Physical Touch
    4 Acts of Service
    0 Receiving Gifts

    Well my beautiful bride here are my results.

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