…I was being unfair.
He said, “You’re acting like love has an expiration date. Why shouldn’t my mom have happiness just because she’s older?”
That hit me. Hard.
He reminded me how lonely she’d been since his dad passed. How she’d spent years pouring herself into the family—into us. And now, for the first time in a long time, she was being celebrated.
I watched her trying on dresses the next day, laughing like a teenager. And suddenly, I didn’t see someone “pretending” to be a bride. I saw someone finally feeling alive again.
