Back then, newly courting, DINK*, Valentines meant wonderful (read expensive), romantic dinners, with drinks, kisses, hand-holding and dreamy glances into each other's eyes. A cute stuffed, plush pal was always accompanied by chocolates and flowers!
Well, on that wonderful Valentine's eve in 2000, after a simply wonderful evening, I snuggled up to the most wonderful guy in the world and whispered, "I love you so very much!"
In response David hugged me tighter and replied,"Bear".
Yep, you read that right. BEAR.
I was a bit confused, then I remembered the stuffed, plush bear David had presented me earlier that evening. This enormous plush bear was holding a heart that read, "I love you!"
I smiled and felt all warm inside, and said,"Bear" right back.
Ever since, when David and I want to say, "I love you", we simply say "Bear". It is our language of love.
Do you have a special language of love with your love?
*Double income, no kids!