A friend of mine sent me this story from the San Antonio Express-News about a couple who hit it off at their 70th class reunion and just got married.
On Saturday, in the soft light of a tall stained-glass window at Trinity Baptist Church, the radiant couple stood side by side and exchanged wedding vows. The bride wore a lacy white gown, her hair piled high and crowned with a sparkling rhinestone tiara. The groom stood beside her looking smart in a black tuxedo with a French cut. Both are 89 years old.
Maybe as I get older I love these stories about old people falling in love and getting hitched. The couples are always so romantic, just how you remember falling in love.
The couple seems giddy. Every morning, they coordinate their outfits to match. Offer makes coffee for her while she reads the newspaper to him. Driving in the car, they always hold hands. They linger over breakfasts at a neighborhood diner, just the two of them talking, sometimes stopping only when they notice the lunch crowd has arrived. And in one of the greatest benchmarks of his affection, Offer has even taken to watching Mahan's soap opera.
Love is always an amazing thing to watch, whether the couple is 16, 30, or 89.
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