My father told us a story about a wedding he performed recently. The couple, ages 93 and 95, were residents of a nursing home that Dad visits frequently. Despite their advanced years, they insisted on premarital counseling (!) before the wedding. I’m inclined to think that if I was 95 and engaged, I’d worry that premarital counseling might be wasting precious time. But you have respect the seriousness with which they were approaching the commitment, I guess.
The staff at the nursing home helped put together a very nice ceremony and reception for the couple, and decorated the room that they would be sharing – tins cans tied to the end of the bed, “Just Married” written on the bathroom mirror.
Two days after the wedding, the wife demanded her own room back because of her new husband’s snoring.
Which just goes to show: marriage is never easy.
Strange Figures 
That’s sweet. Melanie’s grandmother got married again in her eighties. I guess you’re never too old to fall in love. 🙂
My mother does some weddings. She does cakes, chair covers, catering, bartending, and pretty much anything else that people need. She has a few coming up that I will be helping with. One of the couples mentioned that they need to find someone to marry them. My mom asked me to get (I don’t know the word here) licensed or certified online to officiate. I agreed. The more I think about it, the more I like the idea. I don’t want to make a business out of it, but I am looking forward to it. I love love. 🙂
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