It was a frustration to me growing up,
the fact that Mama and I spoke two different love languages.
My love language is primarily words of affirmation.
Spoken words are great, but write the words out for me to savor, and I'm in heaven!
Mama's love langage was acts of service.
She cooked, cleaned and stitched her love for us....
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