My mom, Manna or Molly, is the greatest lady I know. You perceive the world the way you perceive your mother. I tend to think the world is great. There is no evil. Everyone loves each other. I've never been afraid of anything because my mom has never feared anything. She has always had a positive, loving attitude. She might have never bought as any toys when we were little (That is only funny to me and my sisters, who needs buckets of barbies when you have two. I get it mom, toys are terrible and they can end up everywhere) but she loved on us like no other. There is never a moment in my life that I can look back and say I didn't feel loved. Thanks mom. Thanks for carrying me, caring for me, loving me, and teaching me what it means to be a mom. I love you.
Jonathan's mom, Cookie or Becky Bost, is tied for best mom. Becky and I are a lot alike and I think that makes us closer. She loves Jesus and her family. She raised her boys to love jesus, love each other, work hard, and to talk about their feelings. (She didn't teach them to pick up their laundry but you can't win them all.) These past two weeks have brought us closer. I now can understand her love for her adult son. Jonathan is her Henry. Repeat. Jonathan is her baby boy. I get that and I love her more for that. I love her more because I understand the love of a mother to her baby boy. There is nothing like it. (Yes I have a daughter, yes we are in love but that doesn't fit in with my story) I especially love that she loves me. I have been praying for Henry's wife, I've been praying that I will love her as much as I love Henry and that she will feel that same love for him.
Love on your mother-in-law. Your husband is her baby boy.
God is bigger than this and Jesus Can Fix-it.