Today is Marge Morrice’s 83rd birthday. At first glance, my mother-in-law and I seemed to be very, very different. I like to cook; she advised me to burn meals so Bruce would just take over. I love to travel; she preferred to stay close to home. I’ll eat pretty much anything; she enjoyed a simpler diet.
But at the end of the day, Marge and I were cut from the same cloth. Deeply sentimental. A fierce love for our families that doesn’t always get spoken out loud. A passion for furry family members. Slightly sensitive. Somewhat misunderstood. We like what we like. And we liked to tell the same stories to each other over and over again.
I’m not sure Marge always “got” me, but I know for sure that she loved me. And I loved her.