My 70-year-old mother-in-law is getting married. She met a man in her nursing home, and now they’re throwing this big wedding. I mean, at her age, it seems a bit… much, right? Shouldn’t she be focusing on her grandkids instead of pretending to be a bride?

but then my husband sat me down. He told me that the man she’s marrying isn’t just a random nursing home fling.

He’s actually her first love-the one she was forced to leave behind when she got married decades ago. They’d reconnected, and this wedding was their second chance at happiness.