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I never was a daughter-in-law.  When I met Peter, both of his parents had passed away.  Although some might consider me lucky, I feel like I missed out by not hearing what Peter was like as a child and while growing up.  I have seen photos of his mother Hilda, and she was a beauty.  I wish I had known her.  I’d like to think that I would have been a good daughter-in-law, grateful to the woman responsible for bringing my husband into the world.

Now I am a mother-in-law, and I often hear tales of not-so-great daughters-in-law from some of my friends.  But mine is a star.

I love my daughter-in-law.  She is amazing.  She is a great mom, an unbelievable wife, and a solid member of her community.  She is my son’s best friend. 

Once she told me that her friends think she is lucky to have a good mother-in-law. 

I, too, am lucky



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Erin Read Ruddick

Whenever my friends complain about their mothers-in-law I have two choices: smile mysteriously or share my story and make them feel jealous. My mother-in-law is a true gift. I, too, am lucky.


This is very very sweet. :)

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