In Praise of Godly Mothers-in-Law

My mother-in-law is one of my best friends. When I say so, most mouths pop open like a kernel on a piping hot pan. Before courtesy can get a word in, shock blurts out, “How did that happen?”Here’s how it didn’t happen: overnight. Freshly poured concrete needs four weeks to reach full strength. Where a recent marriage is concerned, it can take years for a new home to form a sturdy relationship with an old one. My mother-in-law and I are not exempt from the typical tearful struggles. Am I really a