My mother in law has been an angel in my life. When Angie was a baby, she came over from Europe for a year so that Zak and I could both go back to work without any worries. She is very old school, born and raised in a city by farmer parents, family and work the backbone of her character.
I've complained so many times over the years about my in-laws, and I think that comes with the territory when they live in the ground floor apartment of your house. But last January, when I started having episodes of anxiety and panic attacks, my doctor recommended I learn to release my need to control and to embrace what is. I had been fighting my mother in law tooth and nail over the housework, over everything I was capable of doing in my own house. It was stress I didn't need so I decided to let it go. Let it go and let her help me rather than fight her every step of the way.
Her intentions have always been purely to help me, and on top of it, she loves me as her own. When my mother passed, she hovered near without smothering me. She took care of every last detail in keeping this house running smoothly. The laundry was always done. The furniture was impeccably shiny and dust free. The floors gleamed and glittered. I was given the space to grieve in comfort (fresh sheets and all) without having to worry about anything else. The woman was my saving grace.
I love her and cherish all of the gifts she has given me.
Last month, she went on her first proper vacation. She spent two weeks in St. Marten with her sisters. Before she left, I gave her my point and shoot camera so that she could capture a few shots - but she came home with 250 images of island magic.
I'm filled with gratitude for having this lady in my life. I think that sharing her photos would be the perfect send off to summer here where I love to share stories:
It's been one hell of an emotionally challenging summer. I'm ready to set it free and welcome fall in.