If you haven't read about the Five Love Languages, you need to read it now. In short there are five love languages: physical touch, acts of kindness, words of affirmation, gifts, and quality time. One, or a combination of a couple, is the love language that speaks to you. For me, being touched by Steve is how I feel his love for me. When he touches me, he fills my love tank. When my love tank is full, I am happy.
Steve's love language is acts of kindness. When I do kind things for him, I fill his love tank. When his love tank is full, he is happy.
This is precisely why I try my hardest to make a point to have a clean house and a good meal when he gets home. I know that makes him happy.
If you want to read about an empty love tank, and Steve drilling into his finger, check out this previous post: http://comebackdaddy.blogspot.com/2014/05/empty-love-tank.html
Let's all remember something here - Steve is gone anywhere from 3 to 4 days a week, flying the friendly skies. With this absence, one could easily understand how hard it is for me to get my love tank filled.
But, I have learned through the years how to work through a love tank that is starting to drain...I basically can't stop touching him when he gets home.
Perhaps some guys would like the constant touch from a woman, but keep in mind that Steve's love language is NOT physical touch. He just wants my shoes to be put away at the end of the day...that is good enough for his love tank. He knows what I need, so he is very accommodating.
But, picture this, the poor guy just spent 3-4 days pretty much alone. And yet the second he walks into the door I can be all over him. I always greet Steve when he gets home. Sometimes I sort of wave from afar as he enters the house. While other times, I basically jump on him the second he steps into the house. I can be very grabby and probably quite suffocating. Greetings like this usually lead to an evening where I sleep on top of him. I guess our positioning is more cuddling, where I am laying my head on that sweet spot on his chest. But, my legs are all over his. The poor guy just slept the last number of nights alone in a bed, and here I am trying to get my love tank filled by trying to make every inch of my body touch every inch of his body. The poor guy...I am about 6 feet tall and weigh about 160 pounds. That is a lot of weight to be on top of you when trying to sleep.
The catalyst for this blog post was the other morning when I was leaving for work. He just got in the night before. As I was leaving for work I gave him a big hug, probably grabbed his ass, and said "I can't get enough of you." And that was the truth of it, I just needed more of him.
Now, perhaps that is a physical touch/love thank thing, or perhaps it is a pilot wife thing. Having moments where you can't get enough of your man when he is home may definitely be a pilot wife thing...