Me: I feel so bad. I was going to pick up your birthday gift today but my car is still in the shop.

Matt: That’s OK. You don’t need to get me a gift.

Me: YES I DO!

Matt: Why?

Me: Because I think that’s my Love Language.

Matt: What? But you hardly ever give me gifts. Or do any of the Languages. You don’t love me!

Uh huh! See, these are my “Words of Affirmation.” Friday night, we will spend some “Quality Time” together (looking at the Internet). And maybe sneak in some “Physical Touch.” (Does plucking out your gray hairs count?) SEE? LOVE!

I’m the worst girlfriend ever.

But for some reason, Matt sticks around. On the reals, I’m so thankful for him and the joy he brings to my life. And I would study every dictionary in the world to explain that to him in a language he understands.

If I knew how to read.

Happy birthday, Matt. I love you-ah!

Put TWO (!!) and eight together and you have 28! That’s how old I am today!