My love language is acts of service, so for me, it's mostly practical things: having no help with daily life, living on one income, no one to be that daily positive male influence for my son. There's no one to go on the boys scout campouts with my son, no one to physically kick me out of bed when I oversleep, no one to be the responsible adult because I just need to freak out for 5 minutes. I have to make every big decision all on my own. There's a lot of pressure at work because I'm the only one providing income for my family. I'm so very exhausted of trying to be both parents to my son.
Then of course, I miss having a reason to go to bed at night. Nothing makes me feel happier or more at peace than being enveloped by strong arms. I love having someone to be silly with and tell kinda dirty jokes to. The right person can make the most mundane activity become a precious memory or an evening of hilarity. I want to have someone who delve into the deep theological issues right along with me, to hold onto the Lord during the times when my grip is slipping, to take my hand when we take bold steps of faith, and to battle beside me for whatever cause the Lord has called us to. As long as I have that one person on my side, I am fearless.
Then of course, I miss having a reason to go to bed at night. Nothing makes me feel happier or more at peace than being enveloped by strong arms. I love having someone to be silly with and tell kinda dirty jokes to. The right person can make the most mundane activity become a precious memory or an evening of hilarity. I want to have someone who delve into the deep theological issues right along with me, to hold onto the Lord during the times when my grip is slipping, to take my hand when we take bold steps of faith, and to battle beside me for whatever cause the Lord has called us to. As long as I have that one person on my side, I am fearless.