To my husband’s grandparents,

Please know that I cannot possibly write anything long enough to get across how much I appreciate, love, and admire you. Hopefully this letter will give you some small inkling of how incredibly glad I am to have you in my life.

I knew when I married your grandson that I would be spending holidays and the occasional weekend with your families. I never understood the extent to which I would be so wholly accepted as one of your own.

If food is love, I was always extremely loved.

I never went to your house without being offered enough food for an entire village. It was one way that you showed me that, at least while I was in your home, I would be welcomed and taken care of.

I always had shelter from you.

Whether it was a bed with plenty of extra blankets (“just in case”) or shelter from my worries, even just for a day, I knew I had a place to stay and relax. Whether it was time spent talking, watching television, playing games, or family functions, I always felt at home.

I never needed to look hard for advice or words of encouragement.

I knew that no matter what you would support Ty and me, and I also knew you didn’t just support me because of Ty. You led me by example with your healthy marriages, your warm homes, your selfless natures, and constant support. I watched your brilliant examples of how to be a good wife, mother, friend, and most importantly, Christian.

I could go on and on, but I’ll try to keep it short this time. I’ve had so many special memories with you. I feel so unbelievably lucky and honored to be a part of this family. Thank you and I love you.

Lots of love,


This article is for Mary Beth, Jerald, Jane Ann, Randy, Mary, and Kenneth. It is in special memory of Kenneth. He was such a special man. He didn’t talk often, but when he did, it was always something important that needed to be heard. I hope I can follow his example with this blog.