MY 79-YEAR-OLD MOM PULLED A SNEAKY TRICK ON ME AT HER WEDDING
So, my mom—**79 years old and still wild as ever**—decided she was getting married.
I was **shook.**
Not because she didn’t deserve happiness, but because, **after my own husband left me for someone half my age**, I had pretty much sworn off love altogether.
Fast forward to her wedding day. It was a **beautiful ceremony**—small, intimate, and **full of my mom’s usual flair.**
Then came the bouquet toss.
I wasn’t even paying attention. I was standing in the back, **hands in my pockets**, fully prepared to let some eager romantic fight for the thing.
And then—**BAM!**
The bouquet **slammed into my face** and **landed perfectly in my hands.**
The crowd erupted in cheers. I just stood there, stunned.
Then my mom—**beaming like a mastermind**—grabbed the mic.
> “Congrats, dear! You caught it! But… there’s **one condition.**”
The room went silent. I narrowed my eyes. **What now?**
She grinned.
> “Catching the bouquet means you have to go on **one date.** With someone I pick.”
**Oh. My. God.**
The woman **set me up.**
And judging by the smirk on her face? **She planned this all along.**
