B, when my wife gives me a card, I only half read it, because it doesn’t matter what it says. I doubt that some Mr. or Ms. Deeds at Hallmark can adequately express my wife’s heart. But, what makes me feel loved is the knowledge that she took time out of her day to think of me enough to buy a card. I stop and think that, at some time when I was least aware, she was in some store looking through stacks of cards trying to find just the right one. It’s a nice feeling.

I have all the love notes my husband ever gave me too! All ONE of them. Lol.

Sounds like your relationship is very sweet!

🙂

Noted, these are all gifts I’d have to give myself.

But no greeting cards. I hate them. Like, with a passion. Words of fluff and nonsense. If there is such a thing as anti-love language, I’d have to say words would be mine.

I think my husband would enjoy the gift of me believing him, but I can’t get past the wall of being afraid of being lied to and being a fool. Not even with a fluffy greeting card. 🙂 But perhaps for him, I’ll try.