18 Years!

18 years ago today, I married Ron Lindquist. It was a VERY hot day in Texas, and even though we had an evening wedding Texas kept the heat turned up. We married outside in the gazebo of the Durham House, the oldest Victorian home in Houston. The neighborhood in which the Durham House is located is called the Houston Heights. It's a lovely neighborhood that, when I left Houston in '88, was quickly becoming THE place to live for Houston's homosexual community. The homes in this area are what we in the south call "high dolla" ... many buyers remodel the home after purchase and increase its value ten-fold.

Anyway, my parents arrived 10 minutes late (of course) and Ron's father and sister made the 12 hour drive from Thomasville. Ron's mother, of course, did not attend because she didn't want to drive all that way - she doesn't like to leave Thomasville. So with my family and friends ... and Ron's few family members ... we married in the gazebo. My best friend (at the time) was our Best Man, Jeff; our groomsman was David, a friend of mine and Jeff's; my Matron of Honor was my sister, D.D. (who would be my best friend if she weren't my sister); and our bridesmaid was Ashley, Ron's sister (who I have grown to love and respect).

We were both so nervous that evening ... really only knowing just a little bit about each other even though we had known each for 5 years at that point. Hell, I've known Ron since the summer of '83 and I'm not completely sure we still know each other!!! I think that may be a common experience for many people.

We married on a Saturday, and he left again for Alabama (where he was posted by the Army) on Tuesday following the wedding.

That was 18 years ago ...

... we're still alive ...

... we're still married ...

... and thank God ...



I DON'T LIVE IN ALABAMA ANYMORE!!!!