I know that F. Scott Fitzgerald was wrong when he said “There are no second acts in American lives.” I know this because I had a front row seat to one of the most amazing and heartwarming second acts ever.It was not until I was well grown and approaching middle age that my mom finally told me about Peter, her first love and that she had been engaged to him for over a year! Mom had returned the ring after finally admitting to herself that Nana (her mother) would not accept him. In World War II Atlanta, young girls did what their mothers told them to, no matter how they felt.Nana set out to find a suitable husband for her daughter and did so in Richard (my father), a navy officer stationed at nearby Chamblee. Even though he was a Yankee, the shy and handsome man appealed to Nana, who pressured Elise to get to know him better. A whirlwind courtship ensued. Elise accepted his marriage proposal. And life happened, as it has a way of surprising us.In 1995, Peter and Elise, both recently widowed, reunited. Although their love had been put on hold for over fifty years, they got a second chance – they got a second act for their lives.Recently they celebrated their fifteenth wedding anniversary and neither are bitter about the time that they did not get to spend together. Instead they are cherishing each and every day together in this second, and last, act in their amazing lives.www.firstlovelastdance.com
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