I'm Hard To Love!

My MIL (mother-in-law) is a fantastic woman, someone whom I have often wished was actually my own mother. (In addition to my own mom, Mom. :) )

It took me a while to realize it, but my MIL's love language, almost exclusively, is food. When my DH and I were dating, I feel ill with a cold. Headache, sinus pressure, etc. He came right over with a bowl of Mom-Endorsed soup and a portable TV (I didn't have one at the time) so we could watch movies.

Every time anyone visits the house, they are fed. Apple crisp, chocolate, leftovers, fruit, it could be anything, as long as you are fed and watered. 

In the last year, as I have changed and re-changed my diet, my MIL has often been frustrated. She still offers me food, but oftentimes I refuse and I'm sure it seems to my in-laws that I can't eat anything. She doesn't know how to feed me and therefore she doesn't know how to love me.

So, imagine my happiness a few days ago when she made apple crisp at my house with my weirdo millet flour, with my gluten-free oats, and with my dairy-free, soybean oil-free butter. :) My husband says that she was probably happier than I was to make food that I could eat and I'm totally okay with that. And you know what? It was really good apple crisp. :)