Monday, February 25, 2013

56/365 A Cup Of . . .

"Measure Of Love"

It is funny the things to which you find yourself drawn.  This tin measuring cup belonged to Weber's mom.  Though I never knew her, I hear Weber's stories, read recipes written in her hand and hold this measuring cup and somehow feel like maybe I do know her.  Both the blessing and the curse of marrying at fifty years old, plus or minus a few years, is that neither of us had to deal with mother-in-laws.  It is kind of odd, however,  never having known the woman in whose home I now live and who, most importantly,  gave birth to the person I love and with whom I share my life.  The person she was is reflected beautifully in the amazing son that she raised.