When 68-year-old Patsy posted a joyous swimsuit photo from her vacation, she didn’t expect her daughter-in-law Janice to mock her “wrinkled body.” Heartbroken, Patsy decided it was time to teach Janice a lasting lesson about respect and self-worth that would leave everyone talking.
Alright, y’all, tell me honestly, is there an age limit to wearing a swimsuit? Most of you sweet folks out there would probably say “Heck no, Patsy!”, bless your hearts. Well, let me tell you, there’s one person in this family who seems to think differently — and that critic happens to be my own daughter-in-law!
Now, before you get all riled up, let me rewind a tad. A week ago, my hubby Donald and I, both in our late sixties, just arrived back from our long-awaited Miami Beach vacation. It had been our first trip alone, just the two of us lovebirds, since those rambunctious grandkids took over our living room. Let me tell you, that Florida sunshine did wonders for our rekindled romance!
We felt young again, y’all. Every morning we dared ourselves to wake up at 7 a.m. instead of our usual 5, treated ourselves to enough fresh seafood to make our arteries sing the blues, and took long walks along that pearly white beach, hand in hand.
One afternoon, I was wearing this gorgeous black two-piece swimsuit, and Donald showered me with compliments. We stopped for a quick smooch — the kind that makes butterflies erupt in your stomach even after all these years. Well, wouldn’t you know it, a sweet little girl skipped up to us, all smiles and sunshine. Before we knew it, she’d whipped out her phone and captured that very moment — Donald in his outrageous floral swimming trunks (bless his adventurous heart!), and me in my trusty black two-piece.
Looking at that picture, honey, a tear welled up in my eye. We weren’t teenagers anymore, sure, but the love in that picture? Pure, golden, and young at heart. I even mustered the courage to ask the little darling to send it over — a memento of sorts, you see.
Back home, with the sunshine still clinging to my skin like a happy memory, I couldn’t resist sharing that picture on Facebook.
The comments section started filling up faster than a pie dish at Thanksgiving. “You two look adorable, Patsy!”, “Couple goals!”, all that heartwarming stuff.