Honestly, is there an age limit for wearing a swimsuit? Most would say “heck no,” but my daughter-in-law doesn’t agree.
My husband Donald and I, both in our late sixties, just got back from a lovely Miami Beach trip. We felt young again — enjoying morning walks, seafood, and stealing a sweet kiss on the beach. I posted a photo of us on Facebook, and most comments were lovely — until Janice wrote (and quickly deleted) a mean message mocking my “wrinkled” body and our affection.
I was hurt, and I knew she’d meant it to be private. So at our family barbecue, I shared that photo and gently called out her comment in front of everyone, reminding her that aging and love are something to celebrate, not shame.
The room went quiet, and later Janice apologized sincerely. It was a moment of understanding and a reminder that age is just a number — wrinkles and all.