While shopping for my wedding dress, I brought my grandma along. She smiled the whole time, eyes glistening with tears.
Then she whispered, “Sweetheart, you look beautiful. I wish I had this moment when I was young… but I never had a wedding dress or a real wedding.”
I froze. I had no idea. She told me they were too poor to afford one, so she just wore her Sunday best and got married at city hall.
Right then, I knew what I had to do.
I took her hand and said, “Grandma, today, it’s your turn.”
She hesitated, but when she finally stepped into that beautiful gown, she glowed—like the happiest bride in the world.
Because who says dreams have expiration dates? ❤️
