So, how'd you two meet? Part 2

Well, it's a long story but we're on our way.

The first time I saw my mother-in-law after hearing her cancer had recurred was in Spain on the first day of a trip that had been my idea. It had been planned months before. There would be twelve of us. It was to be an informal celebration of sorts. A rejoicing, a savoring in one of life’s greatest luxuries: the opportunity to just be.

No crisis, no illn…