My husband's love language is consistency

My husband's love language is consistency. Mine is grand gestures. Guess which one I chose for his birthday?

Grand gestures. Obviously.

And it was DEFINITELY the right decision.

Because his love language isn't available right now.

Let me explain:

Keatonn's working back-to-back night shifts. I get 1 hour with him today. That's it. I can't give him 'quality time' if there's no time to give!

So I defaulted to the 'grand gesture': balloons, home-made cake, handwritten notes hidden everywhere.

And as I was icing the cake, it hit me...

We do this ALL the time:

→ The parent working late grabs the expensive toy on the way home.

→ The friend orders flowers because they're stuck in another city.

→ The long-distance partner writes another love letter instead of giving hugs.

And we judge ourselves for it.

We KNOW it's not what they really want. It's just all we can give.

And that sucks!!

But what if we're thinking about this completely wrong?

What if showing love in the only way we can think of is actually the MOST loving thing we can do?

My cake doesn't replace presence. But it's still legible as love.

I think it's better to show love imperfectly...than not at all.