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.**