My Mother-in-Law Is Getting Married at 70.

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing when the photo popped up in the family group chat. My mother-in-law, Doreen, glowing in a wedding dress—veil, bouquet, the whole thing.

I nearly dropped my phone. At 70 years old, she was planning to get married? And to someone she had met just a few months ago at the nursing home? Was this some kind of late-life crisis?

“Can you believe this?” I muttered to my husband, Jake, as I showed him the screen.

He glanced at it and shrugged.

“Good for her.”

“Good for her?” I repeated, incredulous. “She’s seventy, Jake! Seventy! Don’t you think that’s a little… ridiculous? And where is the money for this wedding coming from? Shouldn’t she be saving for the grandkids?”

Jake frowned but didn’t say anything. He just turned his attention back to the game on TV. That only irritated me more.

The next day, I was still fuming. As I scrolled through the family chat, more photos of Doreen and her fiancé, Frank, appeared on the screen.

There they were, holding hands, smiling, trying on matching sneakers at the mall. The joy on her face was undeniable.

That’s when I paused to think. Who was I to decide what was ridiculous and what wasn’t? Doreen looked happy—happier than I’d seen her in years. Maybe love really doesn’t have an age.

I sighed and closed my phone. Maybe, instead of judging, I should simply wish her happiness.

After all, isn’t that what we all want in the end? To be loved—even at seventy.