Many people have heard of the 5 love languages. I very much appreciate the research behind the development of the love languages, but there is one love language Gary Chapman forgot.

The love language of food.

I believe that is my love language. When I have felt most loved, it is when people have given me food or made me food (which, I guess, could be classified as the love language of acts of service or receiving gifts, but not just any act of service or gift wins my heart, just the food-y kinds).

When Nate and I were first dating, he would occasionally bring me cookies from the deli he worked at. And now we are married. He knew my love language.

Years ago my family went to Bear Lake and I got super sunburned and didn't feel good. I sat in a chair under our tarp and just felt awful. Everyone started eating lunch, but I just sat there. My dad brought me a plate of food. I felt loved.

When my younger sister and I went on pioneer trek while our family was at a family reunion in Ohio, our neighbor offered to make us sack lunches for the trek. I felt loved.

On my study abroad, one of the directors made me a sandwich to eat on the coach. I felt loved.

Just the other day Nate got some smarties at work and brought some home for me. I felt loved.

I feel especially loved when my mom makes me food.

I. Just. Love. Food. And I love the people that give it to me. 

Food is the way to win my heart.