This morning I am thinking about my mother-in-law. I was the pianist at her wedding before I knew she would be my mother-in-law one day. She and her husband had moved to Arkansas along with my hubby for her husband to retire. He had passed away from a heart attack not long after they moved here. It was her marriage to the man my kids would know as Grandpa that I played the piano for. Circumstances can be strange, but you never know when you are helping out someone who may have a pivotal role in your life someday. Oh …