Day 2 - In-laws

I love my in-laws - my family by marriage.  When I met them all on Easter Sunday in 1986, I was a skinny 16-year-old with a mullet.  They immediately loved and accepted me as part of the family, and always take my side over Willard’s.  We have played many, many family softball games in the front yard, played Hide-And-Seek after dark, got slung around Smith Lake together on inner tubes, stayed up all night playing card games, and eaten enough fried fish to feed a small nation. This family plays hard, fights hard, and loves hard.  On Day 2, I am thankful to be able to call them mine.