A Happy Ending For A Friend

I was invited to a wedding reception today. It’s not my place to announce the name of the bride on this blog, but suffice it to say she’s a bestselling novelist who’s about to have the sort of happy ending reserved for, well, bestselling novels.

She had been married to a fellow writer and theirs was a partnership in every way. She felt lost after he died a few years ago and didn’t expect to find love again. Never mind that she’s smart and lively and turns heads when she walks in a room. She figured a Baby Boomer like her wasn’t going to connect with anyone new, and that was that.

Along came Facebook.

Facebook has started revolutions, helped to overthrow dictators, become the basis for an Oscar-winning movie. But a romance? My friend wasn’t looking for one on Facebook.

But she was asked to write something on the site as part of her book promotion and a certain man happened to read what she’d written and to write an intelligent comment of his own, and before either of them realized it they had fallen in love with each other’s words.

They took it to the next level and emailed, then phoned, then planned a face-to-face meeting. Soon they were spending all their time together, acting as goofy as teenagers, totally smitten.

And now they’re moving forward and becoming husband and wife.

On the invitation it says not to buy them a gift. I can understand the sentiment, since the real gift is the fact that they found each other, but I’m not going empty handed. I’m thinking about making a donation to their favorite charity in their name – and then posting the charity on….where else…..Facebook.