Time: love languages make me a little uneasy. I am not really comfortable being described as one word or idea. I receive love through gifts/time/words of affirmation, blah blah blah. The truth is sometimes I need a giant present, sometimes I need to be told I am a smoking fox [let it be noted I don't think this will ever happen but it sounds nice :)], sometimes I need to be held or served or whatever the other languages are. I am multi-lingual. An old flame who has now become a dear friend recently pointed out though that what I gravitate to most however, is time. I need time. As with many, I returned home for Thanksgiving. It is my favorite holiday. Food, family, and everything is slowed. No rushing for last minute gifts, no crowds, no strict tradition. We took time to just:

play Rumikub for hours and eat giant Cougar Creamery Coconut Joy/Pistachio cones

have an NCIS marathon while the turkey was cooking

find the perfect dress for my little sis Hannah

get used to the fact that family is sometimes small, just 4 this year

breath in enough crisp mountain orchard air to last me 6 months in DC