This was the last day at home. Let´s just say, if it weren´t for David (in Spain) I would have stayed in sunny southern California. We went to pick up dad at work to take me to the airport and took some last pictures....soooo sad!
August 2, 2003 is the date my fathers worst nightmare became a reality! It wasn´t just the day I got married, but the fact that the new man in my life was going to take me far far away. Now, more than 7 years later and over 6,000 miles away, David and I are doing great. Of course I miss my family, but I´m where I´m supposed to be... and I have a super cute hubby!
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