I know that normally I am all philosophical and whatnot. I like to share with you my thoughts regarding education, social justice and all that , but I shall take a step away from that today because on this day, my Mother in Law was born.
My MIL is pretty awesome for many reason, not the least of which, she decided rather late in life to have ONE MORE KID who grew up to be the Husband. She raised him to be sweet, kind and gave him all those amazingly handsome genes. She also taught him to never, ever just go digging through a lady's purse, and to hold the door open for others. She raised him to speak kindly and somehow got him to learn to manage his boyhood temper. I could be grateful for those things alone, but she is awesome for tons of other reasons, too.
This is her, and our kitten, Sammy. They are great pals. Now, here's the part where you push me and say, "Get Out!" My MIL turned 89 today. True story. Every time anyone meets her and then finds out her age, they freak out. It's true. She's spunky as all get out, and loves to use her iPhone and see what is happening on Facebook. She can check in on her children (my Hubs is the youngest of 7), her grandchildren, and all her great grandchildren -- oh and her great great grandchildren, too. She lives one building over from us, and comes over to our apartment all the time. During the school year she comes by once a week to cheerfully work on my laundry! She pairs up tons of socks -- in other words, she's a Saint.
I can't imagine how much the world has changed since she was born in 1928. She has lived through it all. She grew up in the South and later in life, when living in Chicago - she took a look around and thought, "This isn't the place for me and my kids" which is how she ended up in Northern California.
Everywhere she goes, people turn to listen to her because she is wise, and thoughtful and won't give you her opinion until you ask for it. She's great that way. I remember my first Easter at her house. These are the Husband's parents: