Dandelions for Dinner (A Farm Fresh Romance Book 4) by Comer Valerie

Author:Comer, Valerie [Comer, Valerie]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: GreenWords Media
Published: 2015-03-03T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 19

“Relax. It will be fine.” Zach’s mom, Rosemary, who lived next door, snagged Allison to her side.

Allison looked at the inviting table spread with cat decorations she’d ordered off the Internet. A bunch of balloons hung from the light fixture. Amazing smells came from the kitchen, where Noel worked his magic on festive food. “But I want everything to be perfect.” She straightened out of Rosemary’s embrace.

“He’s four, Allison. This is probably the first time he’s ever had a birthday party at all.”

“I suppose. I just want him to know how much I love him.” It was true. She’d always had a soft spot for Finnley, but her love had multiplied exponentially since he’d come home with her three weeks before.

“Do you think a fancy party will tell him that more than everything else, day to day?”

“Um…” One point for Rosemary.

“You ever hear about the five love languages?”

Allison eyed the older woman. Did she even want to?

Rosemary grinned. “I take that as a no. I’ll loan you the book sometime. It talks about the various ways people are wired to give and receive love.”

“Sounds… interesting.” Did she have time to listen to this? Didn’t Noel need help with something in the kitchen?

“One is hanging out with someone. Just spending quality time together makes some people feel loved.”

That had to be Sierra. No one Allison had ever known wanted togetherness more than that girl.

“Another way is physical touch.” Rosemary glanced over to the kitchen, and Allison followed her gaze in time to see Noel pull Claire into a quick hug as she walked through the kitchen. “Noel’s got that one in the bag.”

Not as much as Lori. If anyone craved touching, it had to be Allison’s sister. Strange. Dad’s attention had pushed Allison in the opposite direction.

“Some of us do things for people and want them to do things for us.” Rosemary chuckled. “That’s me. I figure if you love me, you’ll help me when I need it.” Her gaze sidled toward her husband sitting in an armchair while Maddie climbed all over him. “I’ve kind of had to unlearn that one in the last few years. If I were depending on Steve doing things for me since he contracted Guillain-Barré, I’d spend all my time grouching at him. He can’t show me love that way anymore.”

Maybe these love languages had merit after all. Allison had asked Jo about that disease of Steve’s. He’d been a strong, hardworking middle-aged man before the neurological syndrome had attacked him. Now he had a difficult time getting around and lived with constant pain.

“Gift giving is a form of showing love, too. Some people thrive on picking up trinkets for those they care about.”

Chelsea had never popped in on Allison without a handful of flowers, a little box of chocolates, or a paperback to loan. Was that her love language? It sure wasn’t Allison’s. All that stuff seemed like a waste of money to her. She’d been hard put to graciously accept.

“Some people want to be told how special they are and what a good job they’re doing.

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