Today I am thankful for my in-laws.
I can always tell when my mother-in-law has been at my house for any length of time: the pile of dishes that normally fills up the sink until one of us finally loads the dishwasher is gone, and those dishes are drying on a tea towel on the counter.
And I can always tell when my father-in-law has been at my house for any length of time: I’m tired, because we’ve probably been working on a home improvement project of some sort.
A lot of people makes jokes about their in-laws, and I’m certainly no exception, but in my case it’s important to point out that the humor is underscored by genuine affection for my wife’s family. In all reality, I couldn’t have have asked for better in-laws than Mary Anne and Clair. Well, I guess I could have asked, but I probably wouldn’t have gotten them.
As I listen to some of my friends recount their experiences with their in-laws, I become more grateful for mine. So even though my mother-in-law cheats like a fiend at Words with Friends, and even though my father-in-law uses way too much caulk, I wouldn’t trade them for any other set of in-laws.
I am thankful for my in-laws.