My SIL Hosted Her Wedding at My Grandma’s Lake House, Then Ruined the Garden and Left the Yard a Dump—So I Gave Her a Wedding Gift She’d Never Forget

She was kneeling beside the peonies, pulling tiny weeds before I’d even unlocked the shed.

A little girl visiting the neighboring cottage reached toward one of the flowers.

Kelsey gently stopped her.

“Careful.”

The child looked confused. “Why?”

Kelsey smiled. “Because somebody loved that flower long before we did.”

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