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Time

Like a lot of people in this world, I took the five love languages quiz, hoping to figure myself out. Going in, I was sure that my love language was touch. There's nothing I love more than having my hair played with, hugs, back scratches, all that nice stuff. But as I read the analysis, it said touch was tied with quality time. I've been giving that a whole lot of thought lately, and the more I think about it the more it makes sense. All those little crazy silly things that drive me nuts or make me upset all have to do with a lack of quality time. All those times I've felt alone have to do with time. Most of my worse fears have to do with time. It all has to do with time. If I'm not happy, it's usually because of time.

At least, that's my theory of the moment. But looking at it that way gives me hope that I'll be able to work things out and everything will be alright.

On another note, I straightened my hair last night, and it's the longest it's ever been.



Mandatory hippie picture






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  1. Amanda SchroederMarch 11, 2013 at 12:35 PM

    I LOVE your hair. It looks so good, girl! I think that 5 languages test is so important for us to read because sometimes the results surprise us! I took it recently & I even had a "talk" with my husband about it. haha!~!

    we&serendipity

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  2. AnonymousMarch 11, 2013 at 1:46 PM

    Your hair looks so cute! I like the 5 Love Languages test... I made my closest friends take it with me. It's so nice knowing what best way to be a good friend to them!

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