When I’m old and gray, Jim and I will sit in matching rocking chairs, covered with afghans and listening to oldies (Ludacris and Jay-Z). I’ll have ridiculous hair, Jim will wear suspenders. We’ll both smell like prunes.
Our children and grandchildren will crowd around us like a scene from a Norman Rockwell painting. They’ll beg to hear the story of our courtship, back in the olden days, and will swoon over the romantic details as we reminisce about our youth. The story will culminate when I tell them about the day it became official on Facebook.
[This is where you laugh.]
Confirming a relationship on social media was such a huge deal around the time we started dating. I’m honestly not sure if it’s still as important and momentous, but the Facebook relationship invitation is the lavalier of the digital age. It’s not official until it’s online and visible to everyone you know and kind of know.
There’s a lot of debate as to whether we put too much of our lives “out there” for the world to see. Privacy is a never-ending conversation topic and it’s not unusual for people of my generation to sustain relationships completely online. It’s outlandish, but we grew up with this type of interaction, and have adapted accordingly. A Facebook conversation will never replace the feeling of a phone call or a hug, but it provides a fast, easy and engaging way to interact with others. It changes quickly though, making it challenging to keep up with the latest features and settings. We were the first to have Facebook, and now I feel like I’m constantly behind the curve. I do not want you, Vine, or SnapChat, or Voxer. Enough already. Bastante.
As for me, I’m not entirely sure why my husband waited to formalize our social media relationship until we’d been dating for five months, and I was 2,000 miles away volunteering in the Dominican Republic, but he’s always kept me on my toes. I still remember this moment vividly.
I was sitting in a shady internet cafe in Las Terenas, covered in dirt and mosquito bites with hair so big I put women in Texas to shame. When I got this email–the email–my heart did a little somersault.
Looking back, this would’ve been the best save-the-date ever. (Take that, Pinterest.) But now it’s a fun reminder of our lives six years ago, how far we’ve come and the fact that we have no idea how we’ll be communicating our lives in another few years. Maybe the passenger pigeon will make a comeback?