In-Laws

Why does the term "in-law" have such a negative connotation?



I just spent a weekend with my inlaw parents and sisters (and spouses and kids) in St. David without John (who was on a scout campout) and had a great time. Of course I missed John, but I never got uncomfortable or sick of being with my inlaws. Since day one, all of them have made me feel part of the family.



I'll never forget some wise council I received from my Grandpa Andersen. He said, "when you marry someone, you marry into his family too." And he would tell me that a good way to judge a possible future husband is to watch how he interacts with his siblings and parents, and to watch how his parents interact with each other. That's a good indicator of how a possible future husband would treat me someday. So true.



I can honestly say that I love my inlaws and enjoy being in their presence just as much as being around my own siblings. My best friends and favorite people are the sisters in my life, and considering I only had one sister growing up, most of my sisters are in-laws. I started with one sister, and now I have nine. And all are amazing women that I respect and admire.

And St. David was fun. The kids enjoyed b-b gun shooting, playing in the river, visiting Kartchner Caverns, going on hikes, playing games, riding horses, building forts, jumping on the trampoline, etc. . . And I enjoyed being with my inlaws!

Already looking forward to next time.