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Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Not far from the tree...

My mother-in-law, my husband's mom, a strong woman, beautiful, witty, talented.  I could go on and on.  She is so much more than all of the above.  I can't explain  She unknowingly moves her words and movements.  You leave her a little bit kinder, a little bit nicer.
I always did learn by observation more than any book. She knows what is really important in this life.  To give love, receive love, help anyone you can that is in need, stay close to your family, never stray, teach, stand in your faith, and love the dear Lord Jesus.
Talk about "paying it forward"

She does.
Back in the day, September of 1983 I met this man, Why I fell in love so deep, so fast is quite obvious once you meet him and spend anytime at all with him.  Then, I saw him for the first time interact with his mom.  He walked up to her, picked her up by her waste and twirled her just a bit, about 1/2 a turn.  His voice was loyal, kind, and interested when he spoke to her.  "How ya doin' mom?"  The man meant it!  He look at her gently until she told him, told him how she was.  In her deep south tone, she was born, raised, and lived in the heart of the country, deep in Tennessee. You have to listen closely to understand, that's how deep her tone is. "Awe, I'm alright Son."

This man treats his mom like a fragile diamond.   Right then, right there, I knew I found MY diamond.  I knew, No other person in this world will love me in every since of the word as he.
There are no words, 
He is loved, very much loved.

By no means what-so-ever is this woman fragile, she's a spitfire.  She drives a semi, watches her grand babies and every one's babies for that matter.  She will answer your questions, so be careful what you ask.  She will tell you.  So, make sure you want to know the answer.  She's not one that will take any dishonest activities made towards her or her family.  She has worked hard her whole life, gardening for your veggies and canning is a must.  Walmart on the weekends, stocking up for another work week ahead.  Has her dinner on for her, her husband (Hi PoP, I miss you) and anyone else that drops by.  Don't come in that house and expect her to ask "you had dinner yet?"  If you know her, you know, if your hungry, grab a plate and sit down.

This woman, this woman is magic.
I love you Momma
I love you Mr. Webb
 Love, Mrs Webb

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