Everyone has a different way to express their love.

For me, I grew up in a typical Asian culture, where it was not normal to show intimate, loving affection to your partner in public – especially not in front of the children!

So, I guess, for all of my adult life, I’ve been discovering and developing my own language of love. And it has been interesting to see just how different I am to my husband.

His language of love is so much more open, natural, tender and spontaneous than mine. It’s been 10 years since we fell in love, and he still expresses his affection for me with silly antics.

I mean, heart shaped toasts!

He made this, and then put it back into the bread bag so I would find it in the morning, after he went to work.

I suppose I have a more practical way of looking at things – because I instantly thought:

Those damn kids! How on earth will my egg sit on my bread?!
Oh wait. It’s a heart shape. Why on earth is there a heart on my bread??
Oh wait I get it.
Andrew made it for me? Why on earth would he…
OH RIGHT!
What a sweetheart he is.