It's a Date!

This morning, after a late night helping my sister correct papers for her second-grade class, I received an email from my husband entitled "Us".  Below are some excerpts from the email, shared with his permission, of course:

"I know you have been very busy...when you aren't sleep deprived and/or very busy, I would love to go out to dinner and maybe a movie...I love you and miss you."

Your husband,
Pablo

  

Although my husband and I are both "strong-willed", that's pretty much where our similarities end.  According to the book "The Five Love Languages", my "love language" is "acts of service", while my husband's is a combination of "quality time" and "words of affirmation".  This is somewhat unfortunate in a family of nine where time and attention are hot commodities, and more often than I care to admit, my husband has to compete for both, which should not be.  (Incidentally, people tend to express love in the way they desire to receive it, so while I'm running around frantically trying to serve people, he's telling  me he thinks I'm beautiful and hoping to spend time with me.  Tragic, huh?)

Because quality time is not my love language, I sometimes mistakenly assume that since my husband  is  currently home recuperating from knee surgery he's getting all the time that he needs.  We're occupying the same space, aren't we?  But that's not really quality time, especially when I'm busy, tired, and stressed.  My husband wants quality time, intentional face time--time away for just the two of us to talk, listen, and laugh--no kids, no dogs, no visitors, no phones.

So back to the email...  I love that my husband hasn't given up on pursuing quality time with me.  I love that he is being proactive.  I love that when subtle hints failed, he used an alternate means of communication to get his point across.  And I love that we're going on a DATE!