Today I got some adult girl time. Shopping, coffee, and conversation. I left the boys at the house with aunties and daddy, and my mother in law and I hit some stores and Starbucks.
There are lots of women who complain about their husband’s mom and I will say that we’ve had our differences but we’ve come a long way in the last ten years. We’ve shared lots and I feel comfortable just being myself and saying whatever when I’m around her and the family.
Brandon, the boys and I have been staying in her house for almost a week now over Thanksgiving break. We hang out, eat, watch tv, go shopping, eat, do a mini Christmas while we’re here and eat some more. (Snacks and trying different recipes are a frequent occurrence when we’re together.) It’s pretty easy to fall into a rhythm of letting others change diapers and helping to make meals for a large group every day.
During our vacation, I can definitely see why Ruth stuck with Naomi when the men died. There was a special bond, a kinship that allowed them to be women that acknowledged differences and celebrated their love and shared interests day after day.
After only ten years of being in the family, Ruth wanted to stay with Naomi even after her husband died. She loved Naomi and refused to allow her to go alone back to her people. Ten years is not much, but when you love that person it feels like they’ve been around your whole life.