
09/13/2025
25 years ago today, I married my husband at the altar under the cottonwoods of an ancient spring in the Chinati Mountains, south of Marfa.
Since then, we’ve lived a lifetime—love and laughter, seasons of uncertainty, raising a child who became our son, building an art ranch in a hacienda, creating new beginnings again and again.
This week, celebrating that love feels both tender and complicated.
Because alongside gratitude, there’s been heartbreak.
Flames of fear and rage have been stoked everywhere we turn.
What I keep returning to is this:
Love that endures does not ignore the fires.
It steadies us to face them.
It reminds us what’s worth protecting, what’s worth building, what’s worth choosing—again and again.
25 years.
Not without heartbreak.
Not without repair.
And still—love.
Love as anchor.
Love as resistance.
Love as the clearest perspective of all.
I love you, - I’d do it all over again. Here’s to many, many more years together.♥️