Thinking Pinkly

I am joining Christina, the queen of great ideas, for Pink Thoughts. Every Thursday in October, in honor of all the woman who have fought the battle with breast cancer, we will be posting something pink. Care to join us?

Today I want to tell you about my mother-in-law.

You know, I really do want to tell you about this woman who raised the most perfect man. This man I call my husband, my life. My love. But, what to tell you? About her legendary sweetness? The way that she is so kind and delightful, so dog-gone sweet, that you'd swear you could lick her like an ice cream cone. Should I tell you about her fierce Momma-love? Tell you about the way that her 6'1" and 6'3" tall boys are instantly obedient to their tiny mother? Instantly because they love her. And respect her. Should I tell you about how she can stretch a nickle past the breaking point and still make delicious meals and give glorious presents? Should I tell you that she's been married to the same man for almost fifty years, and she's still passionately in love with him? Should I tell you about the way that her husband smiles at her? Like there is no one else in the room. Should I tell you about the way she starts every prayer with, "Our Lord, our Savior, and our God"? Should I tell you about grandma kisses, antique key necklaces, pretty yellow dresses, and shirts buttoned wrong on the hangers? What can I tell you about this wonderful woman whose life I've shared for nearly twenty years?
How about this?

She's a survivor.

This November my mother-in-law will have been cancer free for eighteen years. Eighteen years. Alive and vibrant. Happy and at peace. Living a life of service. Living to love her family. Living to serve her Father. What can I say about my mother-in-law? Just two words.

Thank God!
I love you, Ethel.


I choose these pink pictures for my mother-in-law. Because she likes pretty. Thanks to madgirl, reflectingtruth, and lesliesophialindell for the loan.