Have I told you lately that I love you? Sometimes, I forget to say the words. You are my candle in the night. Your smile lights up the whole room. You refuse to hide your light under a bushel.

I know that words of affirmation are your love language, but I forget to say the words. We are better together. You calm me when we dodge and dart through downtown Detroit traffic. You use my love offering of tomatoes, cukes, okra and squash without complaining. You encourage (not shame) me into weighing in every week at Weight Watchers. You count my pills. You keep the books and sit by my side at Dr. Rob’s Garden at the Waleska Farmers’ Market. You help me minister to my Methodist Men. But, have I told you?

You cuddle me when I am blue. You expect me to be a better man than I am. Your unconditional love picks me up when I fall. You love me when I do not love myself. Sylvia, you are the best. You have allowed me to live out the fantasy. I have the thoughts; I have the feelings. It is time that I told you.

Love – Eddie Bert

Have you remembered  to say the words?

What is your love language? Your mate’s?