My in laws have been here for over a week now, and so have a lot of restrictions. What I wear, how I talk, and not to mention, a sudden and complete break from all the terrible habits R and I seem to patronize in the family we call only our own. I am no saint, it can and does get claustrophobic sometimes. But for the last couple of hours, I have been talking to my parents in law about their days as young parents. And for all the love shared between them, all the shared history, and their resolve to make their son one of the most amazing men I (or you) would ever meet, and for all the efforts they put in to making him the kind of man I am proud to call my husband, I owe them much, much more than a couple of weeks of what our generation selfishly calls “inconvenience”. I love them for their son. Always have, always will. Here’s to my in laws, two of the most resilient and amazing parents in the history of parenthood. One day I will make it up to them. And then some.