Week 29

I have this image in my mind... There's a little boy, two or three years old, running wildly across the yard towards an older woman. His dark hair is flying back crazily in the wind he's creating as he runs across the grass. His eyes are bright and he has a huge toothy grin as he leaps into the open arms of the woman, who twirls him wildly and laughs at his squeals of delight. He throws his head back and laughs as he screams, "One more time, grandma. Twirl me again." I watch as she twirls him and kisses his face and neck.

Those are my thoughts and the vision I see in my head whenever I think of my mother-in-law. Last night when Xander got up this is the thought the came to mind after I fed him and put him back to bed. Let me explain... My MIL is the reason we have Xander in our lives. She is the one who met Jennifer and made the connection and she is the one who was there helping Jennifer along the way, as we were not close enough to do the things that we would have liked.

With everything that has gone on and with all the changes in our life, I have failed to say thank you. So, I am taking this opportunity to thank this wonderful woman. She was always there and would drop everything to tend to our concerns. She spent time with Jen, loved her, talked to her and did all she could for her. My MIL is a wonderful and giving woman, who would give the shirt off her back. Again, she did this for us. How can you possibly thank a woman like that?

She and Xander will always have a close and wonderful bond. She was our connection, liaison, the tie that binds, the one who brought the sun back out from behind the clouds. Through her our Heavenly Father was able to work his miracles. Because of her willingness to listen and because of her tremendous love for us we have a family.

So, mom, thank you so much for loving us. Thank you for sacrificing your time and giving of yourself so that we could have what comes so easily for others. Thank you for bringing the sweetest little spirit into our lives.

Just chillin'