I ran into my father-in-law this morning in the hallway at work - quite literaly. My drink fell and went all over the floor. My FIL was very apologetic, even though it wasn't his fault, and refused to let me help with the clean up. I assured him it wasn't a big deal, and by the time I sat down in my office I'd pretty much forgotten about it.
WhenI got back from a long, agonizing lunch meeting I found a cold Coke sitting on my desk with a note from him. Now, I wasn't ever upset about losing my drink in the first place, but the fact that he went to the effort made me smile.
I really did marry into a great family. I know that a lot of people don't have that luxury, so I try hard not to take it for granted. They live close enough that if they were crazy people (like some of my friends' in-laws!), they'd make me nuts. Dodged a big bullet on that one. Thank you, Lord, for blessing me with good in-laws!