She slides up beside me, her fingers tracing each of mine. She traces the outline of my thumb, then tickles the fine hairs on the back of my hand before returning again to the thumb.
I resist the growing urge to shake my hand free to shudder and scratch, or leap up from the couch with a yelp. This incessant ticklish touching is like torture to me, but I must try to empathize with this child who must feel love flowing into her little soul while she fills up her tank on touch, touch, touch.
We all have our own launguages through which we hear, feel, or see love. To us, they seem obvious. The tricky part is figuring out and then delivering on other peoples' languages. It's easier for me to DO something for someone than to go out and buy a gift, because of my own way of seeing love. And although I love a good hug, a backrub, foot rub, even a decent kiss.... I sooo don't get this torturous gently tickling thing that I try to endure.
What about you? What makes sense to the way you see love?