So my MIL [mother-in-law, I'm lazy] is pretty sweet.
I know a lot of people have horror-like stories or daily nightmares about their "in-laws".
Being that I only have a MIL, one SIL & one niece [on the Pita's side] . . . if we DIDN'T get along. . . . That would probably be weirder.
Oh and the fact that we see them once [maybe] twice a year . . . I mean seriously, who CAN'T get along twice a year?!
Okay, so it doesn't hurt that she thanks me for taking the Pita "off her hands" and says, "I knew it'd take one special woman to put up with that Sod". Come on, how can I NOT love that?!
She returned recently from her second trip to Uganda.
With amazing photos like this:
This was labeled, "lunch line - maize porridge - very watery, but was their main meal."
There were many - many others. And this email she sent to all the family:
"These are some of the photos we took while we were in Uganda. The little boy at the top had malaria and had just thrown up all over the place after having his porridge and while ~ I was doing a lesson observation - teacher handled it very well. He is lying on a chair in his classroom. He was only about 4. The little boy counting is doing his maths on the ground using a stick to write the numbers then filling them in with stones.We gave teachers stickers to give the children as a reward, and they stick them on the child's head, so when he goes outside everyone will see he has been good. It was a great trip, I really enjoyed it and we are really making a difference.
Lots of Love,
P.S. Em, I tried getting a photo of a group of men running. They are so fast (I must have needed my camera on a different setting). No running shoes in sight though. "
[I'm immediately thought of you Angie B.]
I dream of being so fast, I am a blur in photos.