I was annoyed, honestly. My 70-year-old mother-in-law had found love in her nursing home and was planning a *wedding*—a big one, too, with flowers, cake, and a dress that looked like something out of a bridal magazine. Meanwhile, she rarely asked about our kids, her own grandkids. Shouldn’t her energy go into being a grandma, not playing bride?

I vented to my husband, expecting him to agree. But he just looked at me and said, “Mom spent decades putting everyone else first. Maybe this is her time.”

That hit me hard.

Later, I watched her show pictures of her dress to the nurse, her eyes lighting up like a teenager. She wasn’t being selfish—she was being *alive*. After losing her husband years ago and struggling with health issues, she found something most people search their whole lives for: a second chance at joy.

So I helped her pick flowers. I let our kids throw petals. And when she walked down the aisle, I finally understood.

**Lesson:** Love doesn’t come with an age limit. Just because someone is older doesn’t mean they stop dreaming. Supporting someone’s happiness doesn’t take away from your own—it multiplies it.