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Wedding bell news!

The secret's finally out: There's going to be a wedding in the family.  No, not my 29-year-old son.  Not my 25-year-old daughter.  Mom's the bride-to-be!  That's right.  My mother, 77,  is tying the knot with her 82-year-old beau, a union which will undoubtedly last longer than 84-year-old Hef's marriage to Crystal Harris, 24. 
The date hasn't been set but, as Mom told her priest, "We're 77 and 82. Tempus fugit!" Meanwhile, I'm planning the bachelorette party. We can't do Vegas, but you can bet we'll be putting Mom in a makeshift bridal veil and taking her out on the town. Where's a Chippendales show when you need one?

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Marguerite said…
OMG, BG, THE SAME THING HAPPENED IN OUR FAMILY. My 78 yr old mother married her next door neighbor at the retirement center, who was at the time 85! Nuptial Mass and reception after. They have now been married 5yrs. He's italian Catholic and Mother is a cradle Catholic. It was IMO a marriage of companionship. Things have changed alot as the past few years have gone by. They are both declining rapidly. Best of luck to your bride and her groom.
KJ said…
Congrats to all! Love rules...
Mazel tov! This is going to be great material for you, BG. xx
Cathy Hamilton said…
In the end, isn't it all about material, CSS?!

Thanks for the good wishes. Love... companionship... friendship.... whatever you call it...it's an encouraging message sbout love, aging and second chances. Besides, I'm not losing a mother; I'm gaining a great step-father (OK, that's weird!) and extended family.

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