Later this month, I’m going to a destination wedding in Florida, which is awesome. I mean, Florida. It doesn’t get much better than that, right?
Actually, it does get better. The person getting married is one of my Dirty Birdies, my bestie, and a seriously wonderful human being. She’s put together her own wedding in, of all places, Disney World, and it’s a dream come true for her. A seriously HUGE dream.
She had to wait for this dream to materialize. First she had to put herself through medical school while married the first time around. Then she had to raise a couple of outstanding kids. Then start up a new business. Then get divorced. Then send the couple of outstanding kids off to—and get them graduated from—college. Then pay for the humongous wedding of one of the kids and settle the other kid in a fab place above the Riverwalk in San Antonio with a killer awesome job downtown.
But finally, it’s her turn.
Her first marriage was one of those childhood-sweetheart deals where they were great friends (and still are, which is cool). And it was expected. EVERYONE knew they were supposed to get married and have kids. So they did. And while the romance end of things never set the world on fire, that was okay. She was content.
But there was no romance.
She’d never really known about that part of a relationship, though, and I suppose it’s true that you don’t miss what you’ve never known. She’d been too busy for romance, for one thing. A doctor’s life is insane to begin with, and then when you throw in a couple of kids and a mortgage and a business… well, there are priorities that can distract from a major priority staring you right in the face—yourself.
After the divorce, my friend was pretty nonchalant about the whole thing—another big indication (to me, anyway) that she and her ex made better friends than lovers, and parting ways was for the best, for both of them. I remember asking her about ever getting involved with someone again, and she gave me the royal stank-eye.
“Why would I want another man around? He’d only get in my way.”
Then… *cue violin music* …he suddenly appeared. The new guy. And I watched my friend turn from a serious, pragmatic planner, into a giggling, babbling, rosy-cheeked schoolgirl.
It. Was. AWESOME!
She’d had no idea. NO freaking CLUE that one human being could affect another so profoundly just by walking into a room. Isn’t that amazing? She’d done everything that was expected of her, because she’s like that—a classic overachiever. People had told her to get married, have kids, have a career, start a business, yada yada yada… but no one ever told her there should be someone in your life that makes you catch your breath simply by the way he says your name.
So I’m going to this destination wedding. Timing-wise, it’s not exactly convenient (I’m releasing a self-pubbed book week after next, and WHERE THERE’S A WILL from Carina Press is coming out in November (see blurb, below)), but this is about wanting to be there when my best friend has her dream come true. I’m glad she chose the symbolism of having her wedding take place in a storybook setting, because she finally understands what it is to have her Prince Charming. She didn’t see him coming—hell, she didn’t even know she should be looking for him in the first place. Some might wonder what happened to the always-serious woman she’d once been, and who is this giggling, dreamy-eyed girl getting married at Disney. For me, though, I’m hoping that serious chick stays gone, and the giggling girl who now knows just how great romantic love is, stays forever.
CONGRATULATIONS, E & R!!! May you live happily ever after! And… P.S. You know I’m going to be writing about this very thing at some point right? 😉
Blurb for WHERE THERE’S A WILL:
Miranda Brookhaven returned to Bitterthorn, Texas to fix the past. Years ago, her father used her teenage romance with Coe Rodas to steal the prototype for a groundbreaking new automotive invention. Now her father’s dead, and thanks to the convoluted will he left behind, she’s stuck in town until she rights the wrong that lost her the man she loved.
Coe learned early on that life never goes according to plan. His dreams of hitting it big vanished when Miranda all but invited her father to take the only thing of value he ever had. But now the once-pampered princess is holed up in a condemned trailer on the edge of town…and everything he thought he knew about her—and about what happened between them back then—seems completely wrong.
Miranda’s determined to give back to Coe all that he lost. If she can do that, maybe she can move on from the past. But Coe seems to be more interested in their rekindled passion than claiming what she thinks he deserves. She’s got sixty days to convince him to cough up evidence that he’s the original inventor—after that, the only way to transfer the patent rights over to him would be to make him part of the family, and she’s not sure her heart can take another hit.