My dad wasn't one for kisses and cuddles and 'I love you' but I knew my dad loved me. When he would playfully tease me, I knew he loved me. When he played tricks on me, I knew he loved me, when I could make him laugh I felt loved. I was reminded of the 5 love languages as I thought about my dad and how he showed his love, not by giving hugs or telling me he loved me, or by giving gifts but he showed his love to me through humour. My dad unknowingly taught me that people show their love in many different ways and whats more is that I felt loved by the way he showed his love for me.