Philip’s love language is acts of service. Which means that instead of saying “I love you” with loving caresses or decorating me with jewelry, he expresses love by taking out the trash, washing dishes and driving me wherever I want to go because I hate to drive. Because of recent events, we found ourselves with an opportunity to get a fresh start with organizing our pantry. This is what it looked like before.
My wonderful, loving husband spent the day putting it together. He’s not really the handy-man type, though he does own several tools and a new tool belt (thanks, Dad!). So this was no small undertaking, especially since it involved math. When he was finished, Philip presented me my new pantry. He was beaming. This was no ordinary, everyday taking-out-the-trash-folding-laundry-washing-dishes brand of love offerings. This was a veritable Monument to Love. A Pantry Taj Mahal. I danced a little jig when I saw it. I walked in and out of it, just because I could. Then I loaded it up with formally soggy food stuffs. Would you like to see it?