Friends, it is Friday - the LAST day of classes for the semester. I can almost say I've survived the first one... what's even more exciting is that I only have 3 left! Boom. I'm exhausted, but seeing that light at the end of the tunnel makes the exhaustion worth it.
Growing pains hurt a lot, but are unavoidable. How easily do I fall into "normal"? And when I LOVE what normal is, it hurts A LOT to have that normal change when I really don't want it to. It's also amazing to me how the order of top love languages can change based on how life is functioning at the time. Mine used to be tied with words and touch with the other 3 much lower than those two. But recently, I think I can safely say quality time is very rapidly climbing up the list... Or how differently even one love language can be interpreted. For example: touch. It's one of my top ones, probably always will be. But what kind of touch is it? Is it simply holding hands, or an unexpected hug? A back rub? A reassuring side hug? Laying next to each other not needing to say or do anything else? Or once married, is it that most intimate form of touch, unifying a husband and wife like nothing else can? I also don't want to be a weird selfish person so I'm trying to filter through what's selfish and what I simply need to "fill" my love tank I guess...
It was Mary's birthday yesterday, so Katy, Mary, and I are making dinner together tonight - for the first time since we've moved in together... should be fun :)
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