“What do you think my love language is, Mom?” he asked.
“Well, there is a test you can take on line,” I said.
“Yeah, David was telling me I should take it. Will you help, in case I don’t understand the questions?”
“Of course!”
We were late for church but when my son asks for emotional help or growth, I refuse to brush aside the rare occurrence.
A quick search and the window popped up. We read…
“For each set of statements, select the one you prefer the most,”
No awareness on his part but I was all but ignorant of the sadness each question built on, not his, but my own.
An ache clinched my heart as truth was revealed; love is a foreign concept for him.
Journey of Emotions! 