Caught up in the Daleys

me at the wedding

...and I could be a polar bear


In December of 1995, after searching for the longest time, I finally found what I'd been looking for. A Joe Jackson mailing list.

It was on that list that I met this guy who was funny in the goofiest sort of way, unbelievably charming, ever-so smart, and had the same beliefs and values as me. As close to total compatibility as is possible.

Something magic happened.

In January he proposed.

In February we met.

In March we married.

It might be interesting to note that it was February 24th and March 3rd, eight days apart. I drove to DFW on Saturday February 24th to meet my fiance for the first time.

Him As luck would have it, I was completely unaccustomed to "city" traffic and ended up being 45 minutes late to meet the plane. My poor Jonny was stuck standing in a foreign state not knowing where I was. Could he possibly help but think I'd changed my mind?

At the same time, I was stuck on some endless stretch of road with cars all around that seemed to be content with staying right where they were. I was in tears as I watched the planes fly over me to the airport I thought I'd never reach.

In my frustration and hurry to get to the gate, I neglected to note which garage I'd parked in.

Forty-five minutes late, make-up everywhere from crying in the car, wandering around the parking lot for an eternity trying to find where I'd parked.... How many people would have put up with all that?

Only one that I know of.

A week after the wedding, we made a 1500 mile trek across country in a big, truck to move me from my native Texas to his home in San Diego. If we can survive that as newlyweds, we can survive absolutely anything.

For my own part, I love him more every day. I'm not the world's greatest at showing it, but he's very forgiving of that and of all my other short-comings. Lucky me.