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I remember the first time I met Sandy and Bill, Rand’s Mom and Dad. I was so nervous and excited. Would they accept me? What would they be like? Would I make a good enough impression? I remember telling Rand that I had to take his mother a gift, a peace offering of sorts. Rand said it wasn't neccessary, but gave in to my desire. So, we stopped on the way to their house and I chose a peace lilly, hoping it's implication would be understood. Knowing how I get giddy and hyperverbal when I get nervous, made me attempt to keep myself in check. But, when Mom answered the door, me in all my flighty-ness blurted as I extended the plant toward her, "You get the plant and I get the son.", she laughed! How relieved I was!
As we made our way to the den of their beautiful home, I was greeted by Bill. His friendliness helped calm my nerves and we immediatly were engaged in conversation  and laughter. In fact, the majority of the time that I am with them we're generally emersed in laughter and light-hearted conversation. Both of their personalities exhibit, not only humor, but deeply held love and compassion for those that make up our family. This includes not only their own child and grandchild, but myself, my children and grandchildren as well. I think that Sandy is happy having a daughter and the interaction of my daughters. This counteracts the years of heavy laden testosterone with a husband, son and grandson. And I too, have to admit, it's nice having a mommy around.
Not just these past several months, but early in our relationship, I can remember Rand having to go out-of-town on buisness. I was a basket case. I had a hard time dealing with the seperation, even if it was only for a few days. Mom Sandy would call me and find me in devastation and tears. She would always have a way of making me feel better and cope with Rand’s absence.
I always have felt accepted and loved by Rand’s parents but, never really knew the true essence of their love for me until I got sick. From the day of my first hospital visit to ER to the present, they have been at my side in love and support. Numerous times as Rand and I entered the hospital, doctors office, diagnostic lab...etc., there they were, sitting and waiting for our arrival. They have taken me to the hospital when Rand was working, picked up my medications, cared for our pets, bought us meals and, helped with home maintainence. The list goes on and on.
At my darkest hour it was Sandy's hand in mine or Bill’s hug that meant more to me than I could ever express. I look back to the time of our first meeting and think of how silly my doubts and concerns were and how much a part of this family they've made me feel.
In life, we have no control who our in-laws are. It is the roll of the dice on whether they will be accepting or not. Or, if they will be cold-hearted or full of unselfish love. I am extremely fortunate that I have been blessed with these two wonderful people that I so proudly call Mom and Dad.
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