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

I couldn’t believe my eyes when the picture popped up in the family group chat. My mother-in-law, Doreen, was glowing in a wedding dress—veil, bouquet, everything.

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

“Can you believe this?” I murmured to my husband, Jake, as I handed him my phone.

He glanced at the screen and shrugged.

“Good for her.”

“Good for her?!” I repeated, incredulous. “She’s 70, Jake! Seventy! Don’t you think this is a little… ridiculous? And where is all the money for this wedding coming from? Shouldn’t she be saving for her grandchildren instead?”

Jake frowned but said nothing. He just went back to watching his game on TV. That only made me more irritated.

The next morning, I was still fuming as I scrolled through the chat. More photos of Doreen and her fiancé, Frank, flooded the screen.

There they were, holding hands, laughing, even trying on matching sneakers at what looked like a shopping mall.

That’s when I stopped to think. Who was I to decide what was ridiculous or not? Doreen looked genuinely happy—happier than I’d seen her in years. Maybe love had no age.

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